"Good," he said briskly, straightening and glaring down at her. "Hold onto that feeling. Fucking nurture that feeling. And piss the fuck off." She flinched and her wand dug further into his flesh as she did. Draco lost his patience. He was sick and fucking tired of her incessant attempts to corner him and berate him into changing his mind. If he didn’t want to talk, then he shouldn’t have to talk. He wasn’t her fucking whipping boy.