It was all too much to him.<br/>He couldn't believe the story that Potter was telling him. Why would Potter bother caring about him? They were never, at any point in their lives, friends. Sure, Draco had harboured a crush on him for years, but there was no way Potter would know, nor care, about that. He shook his head, furiously, and refocused. He was on a mission after all, and he had no intention of failing again. He had to do good, or else his family was going to pay again, and he could not bear to see that happening.<br/>He saw his chance, when Potter started lowering his wand. He couldn't stand listening to him talk, and tell all these lies about him, and what they were supposed to be. Sure, he wasn't really used to people caring about him; in fact, he knew that he was probably gonna be a dead man, if he did not return with Potter, or maybe something even worse was in store for him.<br/>He didn't know what brought him to do it, only that he could not stand listening to another word. All that he knew was that suddenly he was flicking his wrist, and the words "Stupefy" left his lips.