As soon as Harry was left alone, he was once again overcome with the urge to slam his frustration onto the tabletop, Clarke’s self-righteousness having left Harry’s blood boiling. Restless but aimlessly, Harry stepped away from Draco’s desk.<br/>Harry’s life had been scrutinized publicly for the past decade - if not his entire life - but the resistance Draco experienced in private was incomparably invasive, horrible beyond what Harry could have ever expected. It made his throat knot up, uncertain whether it was with anger or with disgust. Perhaps, above all, it was a familiar sense of complete disappointment in the Ministry and the way they had handled the war.