Potter’s hand on Draco’s arm sent a jolt through him, surprised by the tightness of his grip and the roughness with which he held onto him. It made Draco instinctively yank his arm out of Potter’s grip, pushing the hand away and withdrawing his arm such that Potter was less likely to reach out for it again.<br/>“Get off me,” he snapped, trying not to think about how the fact that Potter knew that he passed the Healer’s exam made him sick to his stomach. He hadn’t thought about being a healer for many years, knowing that he wasn’t going to ever be working as one, no matter how much be wanted to, so it seemed to be a waste of tie to even having taken the exam in the first place.<br/>“I can’t help you,” Draco stated, knowing that it was probably a lie, but he found that the line between<span style="font-style: italic">can’t</span>and<span style="font-style: italic">won’t</span>was thin enough that it didn’t feel like a real lie. It didn’t matter to Draco that Potter seemed desperate for his help, because he knew that nothing he did could change how the world still viewed him, so there was no need. Also, he absolutely refused to give Potter the satisfaction of convincing him to leave.<br/>“Goodbye, Potter,” Draco stated, before finally managing to slam the door shut.