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(Though after that disaster of the dinner with the Dursleys, Draco’s pretty sure he would if he could.)

Turns out, though, that Draco did mind, enough that when the people from the old DA start showing up in his living room (Ron, Ginny, Hermione, Dean ushered in through the door, how are you, can I take your coats, try not to let him die tonight), he has to bite his lip to keep his concerns to himself. In theory, it wasn’t anything that Harry hadn’t done a million tis before, but in practice this was him going to face down so pretty bloodthirsty people with no back up and no official training. They were still just all kids, vigilantes trying to take down people who weren’t going to pull their punches.

“You’re cool if Luna crashes here with you, right?” Ginny shouts the question at him from out in the hallway, poking her head around the doorway, and Draco jumps. He’d been too busy watching Harry to notice.

“Yeah.” Not that it sounded like it was actually a question. He’s pretty sure that if he said no Ginny would give him a black eye and Luna would end up waiting out the night here, anyways. “That’s fine. Company’ll be nice.”

And it will be. He knows from the war that he doesn’t take well to being left behind, and when Harry had shrugged off his half-hearted offer of help, Draco had resigned himself to one long, lonely night pacing the hallways for Harry’s return.

“I told you it would be fine.” Harry es up from behind him out of nowhere, and Draco leans into the hand he had placed on his shoulder. “Draco will keep an eye on her.”

“I’d rather keep an eye on you.” He’d promised himself he wouldn’t do it, because Harry does not owe him anything, he does not belong to him, and anyways, saving the day is as much a part of Harry as his lightning bolt scar. Self sacrificing tendencies are just one of those things you have to put up with if you plan on caring for him. “Can’t you let soone else do it?”

He doesn’t say haven’t you done enough, which is what he’d been thinking since Harry first announced that he was going to be going after these people. Finish what Dumbledore had started, and all that.

“I’m going to be fine.” Harry’s got his hand wrapped around Draco’s neck, the two of them face to face with only inches between them. He thinks of how it mirrors the good bye scene Hermione and Ron had gone through only a few minutes earlier and steps away. “It’s not like the last ti.”

“It’s worse.” Draco tugged on his hands, trying to keep Harry’s attention focused on him. “This ti they’ve got nothing to lose.”

And they don’t. None of you-know-who’s old supporters do, they’re just on the run from the ministry and trying to regain so of the power they used to have. For them, they’re only choices are to keep running and hope to find soone who lets them claw their way back into power, or go to Azkaban. Draco’s got a feeling they would rather it be the first choice, and they wouldn’t mind murdering a few kids to do it.

“I’m going to be fine.” Harry’s eyes search across his face, and Draco looks away, not wanting to him to see how worried he is. “I promise.”

Don’t make promises you can’t keep, he thinks, and then decides he’ll take what reassurance he can get.

“It’s a bunch of Durmstrang rebels,” Ginny said, smiling softly at Draco. She’s probably had to be the girl left behind one too many tis, and knows exactly how this feels. “We’ll be back by midnight.”

Back by midnight.

What a bunch of bloody liars.

Draco believes them at first, because Luna had told him that Ginny was very prompt and that these things normally go very quickly, so he sits beside her and listens to her drone on about the changes she’s making to the Quibbler (which, without her father’s influence, is not the load of horseshit it used to be), staring at the clock the whole ti. He watches the minute hand, and then the hour, as it gets closer and closer to twelve o’clock.

And then twelve es, and Harry does not. One es, and Harry does not. One thirty, and Luna is beginning to look alard at the ferocity he was showing while pacing around the room.

“They’re going to be back, you know.” Luna is entirely calm. Draco is started to get the smallest of suspicions that it was him that needed the pany, not her, and Ginny had known it. He hated when people try to be nice to him. “Things e up.”