Of course Potter wasn’t just going to take no for an answer.<br/>Draco desperately wanted to get him off the grounds, even if he knew that he probably was the only one who knew dark artefacts as intimately as he did, but he really didn’t want to help Potter. There had to be people who would be able to make sense of his texts at the ministry, so he really had no idea why Potter would even need him in the first place.<br/>“All my texts are hypothetical because all my knowledge is hypothetical,” he stated, slowly backing into his house, hoping to be able to just slam the door in Potter’s face and maybe get some peace and quiet.<br/>He had decided to live at the manor in the first place to be able to be alone, but of course he couldn’t just get to do his research in peace. A part of him was extremely agitated that his research had even caught Potter’s interest in the first place and felt even worse that he had managed to track Draco down. What was worse was that Draco felt fairly certain that he would be able to help Potter with his case, if he should want to do so, but he absolutely despised the idea of helping a system that was so keen on keeping him where he was.<br/>“Now, leave me alone,” he said, backing away further, feeling the tension in his body and how his stomach churned. He hated that Potter had this effect on him, making him feel weak and as if he had to apologise for even existing in his presence. It was disgusting and Draco wanted Potter to leave so he could forget that he had even felt this way in the first place.<br/>“Trust me, if there had been a more clear conclusion to draw yet, I would have drawn it,” he stated, frustrated that Potter clearly knew him to be an expert on the area, yet still doubted his abilities to this extent. “I have been researching this for a decade. There are no answers.”