"Not here," Malfoy says very, very tightly, shaking just as much as her, and his eyes are wet and stricken – he smudges the back of his hand over one, and presses his lips so hard together that they go white. He goes on a moment later, and his voice breaks a little in the middle; urgent and soft and broken. "My room is – is this way. You'll be...safe, there. Just...keep it together, Granger. Just until we get to my room. Okay?"