"My father will hear about this, Potter" "Well, mine sure as hell won't," the words escaped his throat in a growl before he extracted his hands from Draco's collar and aimed a quickly formed fist at that pompous nose. ______________________________________________ In which Draco finds solace in places he doesn't expect. Spotify Playlist to accompany: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/52SaCdOsHYk4p9rgkA2AqX?si=3f8ce6cf36974c24 Story under same name on ao3, user: saranwrap0201 Enjoy!