"If you try anything, anything at all, you will be out of here faster than you can blink, Malfoy," Potter had finished, with an attempt at intimidation that had failed miserably. Draco had experienced enough pain, terror, and degradation in his life now that Potter couldn’t frighten him with a few angry words. If Draco hadn’t been exhausted, in pain, half-starved and admittedly fearful of losing this tenuous safety, he would have laughed at Potter’s sanctimonious speech. But he was all those things, and so he just stood there with his right arm tucked against his body protectively and listened to the cellar door thud shut behind Potter.