Summary: Draco Malfoy has learned via painful experience that the least complicated way to go about things is to not allow himself to care — about anyone. After all, he’d tried that once without success. But now he finds himself thrust into a situation where maintaining the armour around his heart simply isn’t an option.
Excerpt: Draco shook his head, suddenly tired. “I don’t think you need anything from me, Potter. I gave up that little delusion when you disappeared five years ago.”
For a moment Potter looked as if Draco had struck him. He stared at him, then closed his eyes and shook his head.
“God, you’re the most infuriating…” He cut himself off with an angry huff and closed the distance between them so quickly that Draco scarcely had time to back away. When Potter had him backed into the wall, he leaned even closer, until they were separated my mere inches. “I needed something from you, Draco,” he said, his jaw tight. “You just weren’t prepared to give it.”