Draco's jaw tightened. It hadn't occurred to him that Potter might see into his head. After all, he'd never seen anything in the minds of any of those who taught him, but then, he had more discipline than he'd ever seen Potter have evidence of, as well. Too late to reconsider, though, it just had to be done. "You won't," he said coldly. "So no need to apologize. You just might find I am a better Occlumens than Snape ever was."
One eyebrow arched slowly as Draco finally settled to lean back against the bed, arms crossed and head tilted, the wand still held loosely. "And what wand do you expect me to use?"