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Draco gave Potter a little nudge, since he seemed to be frozen in place.

“It’s good to see you both. Even though, I must admit, I’m a little surprised,” McGonagall said after Draco had pushed Potter down in his seat. Draco remained standing, one hand still on Potter’s shoulder.

“Now, what’s this about, Malfoy? You were very ominous about wanting to see me. It sounded urgent.”

Draco cleared his throat, hoping Potter wouldn’t hate him for what he was about to do.

“Yes, well, it’s not exactly my place to tell,” he said. His eyes flickered down to where Potter was pressing his palms against his thighs. “But I think this needs to be said.”

Potter looked up, over his shoulder, his expression full of anguish. “I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” he hissed.

“It will eat you alive if you don’t tell her now,” Draco whispered. He turned to McGonagall, who was watching them closely. “Potter has something to tell you, Headmistress. I’ll be waiting outside.” Before he could withdraw his hand from Potter’s shoulder, he felt trembling fingers curl around it.

“Please don’t go,” Potter said quietly.

Draco blinked. “Are—Are you sure?”

“I can’t do this without—” He broke off, obviously trying not to choke. Warmth, like he had never felt before, washed over Draco. Nobody had ever needed him. Not like this.

No longer hesitating, he sat down next to Potter, who didn’t let go of his hand.

The following silence felt very uncomfortable. Draco could practically feel Potter’s panic.

“Potter, for goodness sake, what’s the matter?” McGonagall asked, her voice sounding more serious than before.

“Um…”

Draco’s heart gave a painful squeeze when Potter tightened his grip on his hand.

“Headmistress, I—” His voice was shaking. “I—I let you down. I’m sorry.”

Draco peeked at McGonagall. One of her eyebrows was raised, making her look more stern. A classic McGonagall move.

“What in the name of Merlin are you on about, Potter?”

Potter exhaled loudly and Draco could hear all the dread he must have been feeling.

“I—I’m not—” He kept his eyes on their joined hands. “I—I quit the Auror program.” His face twisted, as though he was in pain. “I’m sorry.”