"You're not going to kill me." Draco said with confidence even if he really wasn't all that sure about that. He took a few steps back, trying not to trip over himself but his legs were stiff and didn't want to move so he very nearly fell instead, holding tightly onto Kaz's shoulder for balance even as he was shoved back. His eyes darted towards the main building but he didn't see anyone there coming for him, no one running to his rescue. Again. Weren't two Aurors supposed to be better than one and not just as useless?
"And don't call me that. Don't." He struggled to find his footing since he would definitely be more effective at making demands if he could at least stand up. "I'm not your pet. I'm not anybody's pet," not anymore, not ever again.