A/N: Not as good as I hoped, but still decent I suppose.
"Do you know him?"
Green eyes and brown hair and a dirt streaked face, looking for all the world like he hasn't had a good meal in who knew how long. Scrawny but famous, and isn't famous what his parents always said to be?
Dirt is on pale skin and he has grown skinny again. Even so, it is obvious who he is.
They don't get along and Draco cannot understand why. He is being everything that his parents ever taught, doing everything that he was ever told, and yet Harry Potter turns him down time and time again.
"Do not make me ask a second time, Draco."
Harry does not give in to anyone or anything and Draco so desperately wants to be the same way. To not bend to each word his Father speaks, to not be bound to protect and stand beside and belong to family above all else.
Draco's heart pounds in his chest.
Draco loves his family. Loves his mother, his father, and would do anything for them. Has done everything for them. Given everything for them, and that mark on his arm proves that just as much as it proves he is still not his own person.
Lucious prompts Draco forward, and he stumbles. Looks up at Harry with wide eyes and tries so very hard to seem frighten. But, oh, he is.
It's what he loves about Harry the most. Even despite how much everyone wanted him to be a poster child for the Ministery, an icon for the good, Harry was always his own person. He was always what Draco so badly wanted and maybe that is why Draco cannot answer truthfully now.
Because he is frightened - for his mother and his father and himself- and wants so badly to be his own person right then.
So when Voldemort gives him one last chance to answer, Draco tells him 'no'.