Severus’s hand shook with the strain of lifting the knife. He dropped it painfully. Draco watched the blade skitter across the wood into skin, drawing blood.
Severus swore viciously. He couldn’t control anything---not a knife, certainly not his wand. The last time they’d met, the Dark Lord made sure that Severus had made his last potion.
Before Draco could turn away, Severus looked up and saw the sadness and grief in his lover’s eyes.