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"I'll fix it," Harry says, once the Aurors leave with Draco's confiscated wand. He squeezes Draco's shoulder reassuringly, as if he isn't at fault for this, as if he didn't cast the damn spell—that was obviously firmly off limits—in Draco's vicinity.
Draco's dizzy. He's probably going into shock. The words still echo inside his skull: violation of parole, standard procedure, hearing date notice...
"I'll get your wand back and we'll run away somewhere," Harry continues, ever optimistic, always so cock-sure. "And it'll be good."
Draco wishes he could hex him. He kicks him instead. "And you think they'll what? Just relinquish it to the amazing Boy Who Lived?"
"Nah—I'll steal it from evidence."
"You'll get caught."
Harry shrugs, nonchalantly. "I'm the amazing Boy Who Lived—they'll let me get away with it."
"They won't let me get away with it!" Draco cuts himself off before he comes even closer to screaming. He takes a deep breath. Closes his eyes for five whole seconds. "I refuse to got to Azkaban because of your carelessness."
"You won't." Harry catches Draco's hand in his. It's tender. Draco pulls away. "I won't get caught. I robbed Gringotts, didn't I? The Ministry is easy compared to that."
"You had to run away from Gringotts. On a dragon."
"And this time, I'll do it with a dragon. Of sorts. If you want to, of course."
Draco rolls his eyes, but something inside of his chest loosens too. "I'll wait for you at yours."
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