"You can't react like that," Draco said, voice tight as he pulled his emotions under control, wrapping blankness around himself like a cloak. His hands slipped into his pockets as he stood, body ramrod straight, and looked at Harry. "Close the doors against any intruder, but do not push so far that you give away your strength." His tight smile held no pleasure. "After all, you wouldn't want anyone to know they'd touched a nerve."
His pointed chin tilted slightly, breath shuddering, giving away the tension still thrumming in his body. His back and shoulders ached, burning with remembered pain. He wouldn't let this get to him, wouldn't let Harry see how much that memory had scarred him, beyond the physical. And he wouldn't back down, his jaw setting. "One more time. Let me in. Let me see nothing but your disdain for the STs, your pleasure in the Ministry. Fool me, Potter. Make me believe in you."