He moved to catch her on instinct, an arm slipping around her back and pulling her close. Looking down at her, he could feel himself literally shrinking away from that joyful glint in her eye, because it was something he didn't deserve and certainly didn't want, but as for the rest of it?

Draco rolled his eyes and said, "I really couldn't give a toss who's here," because none of them mattered. This place didn't matter. He should have been so happy, so grateful to have his magic back. He should have never wanted to lose it again. But all he could feel in that moment was relief, to finally be out of that cellar and away from his mother and father's cold, frantic eyes.