"Don't tell me to stop it! Don't boss me around and treat me like I'm some wayward child who's gone and done something terrible when you - when you've -" her voice broke and the rage, the fire, leaked from her features and she went lax underneath him, dissolving into near-hysterical sobs. Draco rolled, shifting and sitting up until she was in his lap, head cradled in the crook of his shoulder. He held her through the bone-shuddering sobs, the great, gasping breaths and gritted his teeth when her nails dug into his chest hard enough to break skin, rocking her all the while.