All pretense of civility dropped the moment she deigned to touch him. He pulled his arm from her grasp, jaw clenching, nostrils flaring, eyes flashing dangerously. This lowly witch of no consequence dared to lay her hand on him. His fingers itched to curl around the familiar wood of his wand, which had replaced the one lost to Harry Potter.
"Do not touch me. Do not presume to think I owe you anything, let alone answers to question of any kind. I do not care who you are, how important you think you may be, or what new and amazing line of questions you want to ask. The fact of the matter is I am an Unspeakable, working in the Department of Mysteries, and there is no bloody way I will risk my position or reputation to satisfy some insignificant bint's curiosity. You want answers on the only public project we are running, then go through the proper channels, or keep your questions to yourself."
Draco did not raise his voice as he said this, did not step closer to invade her personal space. He stayed a proper distance back, voice steady and firm, tinged in anger and disgust. Even now, saying these things, he kept a lid upon the anger bubbling, scratching beneath the surface to be let out. A festering anger that had everything to do with all those dark things in his past he refused to face. However, the public eye kept him from flying off the handle. This woman should be grateful they stood in public.