"What did he tell you?" she asked, voice shaking a little. She could not bare to see Draco fucked up like this. A mess. All throughout the war, he was as unmoved as a statue, never truly losing it except for when the people he cared for were threatened. He was her power, her rock. She held on because of him, because he was sure of himself and she trusted him. She kept her sanity because she felt like he would not crumble under the pressure. To see him like this made her feel scared.