The prolonged minutes of Cruciatus – for that was what Draco had experienced thus far – were almost nothing compared to being in Harry’s cell. Draco would never admit it to Harry for fear of what might happen to his resilience, but watching the other try to move after being thrown back into their cell each time was doing more to shred Draco than any torture he had yet undergone.

That. That broke my heart. ;___;

I was so, so afraid this was going to be angsty at the end, but then it wasn't and it was so gorgeous and fragile and, oh my god. I love this. I love your writing. ♥