This was all Draco had wanted, for Weasley to satisfy himself and then let him go without making so much noise that it would shatter the safe little corner of the world he'd managed to find for himself against all odds. He should have just walked off and let it go. But listening to Ron natter on about things he simply did not understand had made his ears roar with anger and dread, and his hands and bare arms were hot despite the October chill. "Don't," he growled, clenching his hands into fists. "try to tell me what I could have done. You don't know what it was like. You weren't..." he fought against the sudden stabbing pain in the back of his skull, and the noise in his head that seemed to drown out all other sounds. He shut his eyes tight and hissed harsh tight breaths through his teeth, trying to regain control. "You... you..."