Lost in fierce thoughts, she stumbled on a tree root. Draco caught her by the elbow. His touch pulled her back to the present, and she looked at him. His walls were down, and she could identify nothing malicious in his grey eyes as he looked at her. She remembered how he had made her feel in the circular room at the Vault the night before. Safe. Secure. If she trusted Draco, then the Order had gained a powerful foothold in the war, and they had a genuinely realistic shot of winning for the first time since he had gained power.