“... a centred confidence that where his own conscience had led him, his lover would surely follow.  Eventually.
And Harry, who had had no prior reason to believe the truth of that assumption, suddenly saw it made plain in Draco's face as he in turn looked at his lover: his relief, his fierce exultation at the vindication, and his sheer blazing pride in Neville's magnanimity: the pride of someone terrified of heights who sees someone he cares about to parachute from fifteen thousand feet.
Harry gulped.
Oh god.  Please don't let me die before someone chooses to look at me like that.
(Kindle Locations 1514-1519)”