When Malfoy touched him, Jackson was already rigid. Not flinching or bracing at the touch, but already incredibly tense. However, Malfoy would only have a moment to register this fact as the moment he touched Jackson, the teen moved. He twisted around suddenly, grabbing for the front of the other's robes.

"LEAVE. ME. ALONE." The voice was both Jackson's and not. Two voices at once overlayed each other in eerie harmony. One snarling and angry, the other desperate and afraid, but speaking the same words at the same time. And even though his attention was directed toward Draco's face, there was still an unfocused quality to his gaze.