Draco woke up to the sort of shrill scream that only children are capable of. Another child shouted loudly and was a following peel of laughter. A far more tired woman's voice said something in a chiding tone but was completely ignored.

Draco forced himself to unclench his muscles with a sigh.

"I said it was gonna get loud," Elle said, her voice sleep rough from the other bed.

Draco groaned dramatically.

Elle laughed faintly, "I didn't say it was a good thing."

Draco sat up and did his best not to feel out of place, uncomfortable with invading Elle's small space, but it was mostly a lost cause.

He made tea and toast for the both of them, though Elle hardly touched hers. She had a migraine. It had started the night before and would likely persist through the day and possibly into the next. Elle said that the longest migraine she'd ever had lasted nearly two weeks. The medications her doctors prescribed helped a little, but nothing seemed to give her any lasting relief.

Draco mixed some vodka with cranberry juice and headed outside, leaving Elle to rest in a dark room.

Two small children streaked by him, nearly knocking him off his feet.

"Aleena, Darain! Watch where you're going! Be careful!" Naja shouted. She rushed over to him, "Are you alright- what was your name again? I'm sorry, I'm terrible with names."

"Draco. And I'm fine. Just a bit surprised is all," Draco said.

Naja shook her head, "I'm sorry-"

"It's fine," Draco said.

Naja spared him a grateful smile before going back to watching her kids race around the upper balconies, occasionally shouting, their voices echoing around the empty concrete courtyard like a bell.

Her hijab was a bright buttery yellow that looked amazing against her brown skin. She was looking ruffled and tired from chasing after her kids.

"You hijab is a little loose," Draco said, looking away and tapping the side of his head where her hair had started to slip out.

"Sorry, I'll fix that- thank you," Naja said, quickly reaching up to readjust the bright yellow fabric.

"You apologise too much," Draco said, taking a drink out of his bottle.

"Oh!" Naja jumped and then laughed, "I know. I try not to, but I can't seem to shake the habit. My mum does it too; I probably picked it up from her."

She frowned and leaned forward, "Darain! Stay off the railing!"

"OH-KAY," Darain called across the way.

"I really envy my younger sister," Naja said, looking back over at Draco. "She never apologises for anything. She just does whatever she wants. I mean, it's frustrating too, but I wish I could be more like that, you know?"

Draco shrugged his shoulders, "I'm an only child."

"Oh, I'm sorry-"

"For what?" Draco smiled faintly.

Naja laughed at herself. "I can't imagine growing up without my sister. I would have been so lonely."

"Someone was always watching me. Mymother doted on me most of the time, my father watched me occasionally, the... the help the rest of the time," Draco said.

Naja nodded to Aleena and Darain, racing each other down the stairs to the courtyard, "That's why I wanted two, so they would never be lonely."

Darain jumped onto one of the concrete benches and started making up a story. His sister watched him with mild amusement as if she wasn't sure whether to laugh at him or join in.

"Actually, I'd like another," Naja said wistfully, "I mean, not right now. We can't afford it, and it would be so crazy... but when Fahmi is back, and if we can both get good jobs and save up a little, then, maybe, I would like to have another child."

"Hmm," Draco said absently, sipping at his drink.

"Do you ever think about having kids? Or are you too young to think about that sort of thing?" Naja asked.

Draco raised an eyebrow.

"What? Is it the gay thing? Because you could adopt or use a surrogate, you know," Naja said.

Draco laughed, "I think the bigger concern is that I'm a complete and utter disaster."

"Not forever, though," Naja said.

Draco snorted, "I doubt it."

"Everyone has difficult times in their life. I think you'll make it through. And have kids, if you want them," Naja said.

"I've never really given it much thought," Draco said, leaning on the railing. "I suppose I like the idea of being a father, so I could do it right."

Naja looked over at him curiously. "Right?"

"...I would tell them I was proud of them, if they did well, or just did their best. Even if they failed I would tell them how proud I was of them," Draco leaned more heavily on the railing, "and that I loved them no matter what."

"I think you would be a wonderful father," Naja said.

"At the very least, I would join significantly less cults," Draco said flatly.

Naja laughed and clapped a hand over her mouth.

Draco grinned.

"Your jokes are horrible," Naja chided, though she didn't mean it.

The noise down below stopped abruptly and they both quickly looked down. Aleena and Darain were still in the centre of the courtyard but were watching the entrance archway with wary uncertainty. Draco followed their gaze, and although it was hard to make out much from the second floor, the man's mop of unruly black hair was enough to guess.

"Does he live in one of the units?" Naja asked.

"No," Draco said, "but I know him. He's harmless, well, to anyone but me."

Potter looked up at the sound of Draco's voice and frowned, "Malfoy? I need to talk to you."

"I thought I told you to leave me alone," Draco flipped him off with a sneer.

"Is he someone from-" Naja's voice dropped to a whisper, "the cult?"

Draco grinned crookedly at the idea and then reluctantly shook his head. "No. He's, well, in school, did you have someone who was popular and good at sports and well-liked by the professors? That's him," he pointed at Potter. "I fucking loathed him in school."

"Was he a bully?" Naja asked.

"Malfoy," Potter said more sternly.

Draco grinned and took a large swallow of his cocktail before answering, "No. Not particularly."

"Then-"

Draco shrugged, "I'm sure he would say I was the bully. Though, I would argue not always."

Naja's mouth made an 'Oh' shape.

"Can you blame me? I mean, look at him," Draco waved down at Potter, "He's completely full of himself, never been wrong in his life, hero of the ages, that one."

"Malfoy," Potter said, narrowing his eyes, "If you don't come down here, I'll come up to you."

Draco rolled his eyes and pushed himself up, "Keep your pants on, Potter."

Naja followed him down to the courtyard, going over to her kids.

"What?" Draco demanded before he even got close to Potter.

The muscle in Potter's jaw twitched, "I want to make up for yesterday."

Draco snorted.

"I mean it, Malfoy," Potter said, reaching into his pocket and taking out an envelope thick with paper notes.

Draco had to laugh. "You think money can fix this?"

Potter stepped closer, holding the envelope out, "Here."

"My flat is gone, Potter. Rented out to someone else," Draco said.

Potter's mouth twitched, and he moved the envelope closer until it brushed Draco's chest.

"And the last thing I want is your money," Draco said, looking down at the envelope and the ugly t-shirt he was still wearing. He grabbed the front of it and plucked at it distastefully. "I'll return your clothes. Just give me a second to copy them and-"

"You can keep them," Potter said.

Draco narrowed his eyes, "I don't-"

"I want to go to the park!!" Darain shouted, his small face furrowed in childish fury.

Naja nodded, her expression strained, "I know you do. I would like to go there as well, but we have to go shopping for dinner-"

"No!" Darain yelled, stomping his foot, "Papa would take me to the park. If Papa was here, he would take me!"

"Papa will be home as soon as he can-"

"I want to go to the park! I want to go on the swings!" Darain demanded.

Standing behind Naja, Aleena looked as if she would have given anything just to make the yelling stop. She looked so small and lost in the background, just trying not to make things worse.

Draco shoved the envelope back at Potter and walked over to Naja.

"I can go shopping for you if you'll write me a list," Draco said.

"Oh, I couldn't-"

"MUM!" Darain yelled.

Aleena winced, looking from her brother to Naja.

"I insist," Draco said.

Naja bit her lip and nodded, "I have a list already..." She patted her pockets until she found a list folded in half around a few tenners. "You really don't have to-"

"I'm not doing anything else today," Draco said.

"Okay," Naja said, giving him the list, "I really, really do appreciate this."

"It's no problem," Draco said.

"In exchange-"

"It's alright, I don't need-"

"In exchange," Naja said insistently, "You'll come have dinner with us tonight. As a thank you."

Draco sighed, "Very well. If I must."

"Yes, you must," Naja said with a smile. Then she turned to Darain, "Fine. We're going to the park-"

"YES!" Darain threw up his hands.

"-but on the way, we're going to talk about your behaviour."

"Aww," Darain muttered, jumping off the bench.

Naja shook her head, taking Aleena's hand and putting her other arm around Darain's shoulders, talking to him quietly as they made their way out of the courtyard.

"Malfoy..."

Draco turned back to Potter, "You're still here."

"I'm not leaving until we sort this out," Potter said.

"Don't you have anything better to do?" Draco asked, "A job to attend to? You're an auror, aren't you? Shouldn't you be out there-" he waved a hand vaguely in the direction of central London, "-saving the world or something? It's what you're good at."

Potter clenched his jaw, the muscle in his cheek jumping, "I took a personal day to sort this out."

"As one takes a day off for a Healers appointment," Draco said flippantly, "just sort it out during the afternoon, take a long lunch, no problem-"

"Malfoy," Potter interrupted, "I am trying to make this right."

"Oh, so you have a time-turner then?" Draco said.

"No. Fuck. Malfoy, just- just take the money, you prat-" Potter held out the envelope.

"No," Draco said, stepping back.

"Are you serious?!" Potter threw up his hands. "What is wrong with you? Why can't you just-"

"Make you feel better about being an arsehole?" Draco said, taking a large swallow from his bottle.

Potter stopped, "That's not it."

"Isn't it?" Draco said, "You think you can just give me money and then you don't have to feel guilty anymore."

Potter scowled at him.

"I mean, at least you feel guilty this time. The last time you tried to kill me with your recklessness, you didn't even bother caring," Draco said.

"That- that was different," Potter protested, "there was a war-"

"You started dating that Ginny Weasley while I was still in the infirmary. It was the same day, wasn't it? Did you stop to clean my blood off first? Or just-"

"That was different," Potter said stiffly.

"I'll take the guilt," Draco said, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a little errand 'to sort out'."

Draco leaned back against the door to Elle's apartment as he shut it, Elle and her brother's voice coming through the thin wood.

"-he's a friend-"

"You can barely take care of yourself, the last thing you need-"

"Ryan," Elle interrupted, "he just needs a place to stay. He's just sleeping here until he gets some money problems sorted out."

"And how long is that going to take?" Ryan said, "You don't know, do you?"

"And you know that it doesn't work like that," Elle said.

"Why can't you just move back in with Mum, Ellen? She has your old room-"

"So she can micromanage every aspect of my life while treating me like I'm made of glass? I'd rather go back to the group home," Elle said.

"Don't say that-"

"You left. You don't know what it was like-"

Draco stepped away, sipping from his half-empty whiskey and coke as he hurried down the stairs.

"Ey, Draco," Samuel said, looking up at the sound of his footsteps. The skin under his eyes was puffy with weariness, and he held a large insulated mug in both hands.

"Since when do you drink coffee?" Draco asked, dropping onto the bench beside him, "Caffeine seems like-"

"A bad idea?" Samuel finished for him, "Yeah. Makes me jumpy as fuck."

"Long night?" Draco asked.

"A lotta long nights," Samuel said.

Draco raised an eyebrow.

"The other dishwasher walked out, and the boss asked me to cover his shifts until he can hire someone new," Samuel asked.

"So you're working double shifts?" Draco asked.

"Seven days a week, every night," Samuel said, shaking his head, "It wouldn't be too bad, but I've got other things to do, y'know? So when I gotta run to the shops or the bank or whatever- it gets a little rough."

"Can't you ask for time off?" Draco asked.

Samuel frowned faintly, rubbing the back of his head, "I mean... I could; I just don't want to risk messing this thing up. I need this job."

"I could cover a few days for you," Draco suggested.

Samuel raised an eyebrow, "I doubt you've ever worked a day in your life. No offence."

"None taken. But I'm fairly certain I could manage. For two or three days," Draco said. "Probably."

Samuel chuckled and shook his head.

"Look, if you show me how to do everything, I'm certain I can do it," Draco said.

"I wish I had your confidence, man," Samuel said.

"It's better than working yourself to death," Draco said.

Samuel's grin grew, "I'm tougher than that."

"Just because I haven't worked before doesn't mean I can't," Draco said. "I'll have you know, I was a very adept learner in school."

"In what?" Samuel joked, "Curses and hexes?"

"Curses and hexes are a subset of Charms," Draco said, "You would know that if you were a proper wizard."

"Sure, man."

"So?" Draco said.

Samuel thought about it for a while and then nodded, "Alright. I'll call my boss and see if he'd be game for you to step in for a few days. Monday and tuesday are usually pretty light. Just, probably best if you don't bring up the wizard stuff."

"I'm not supposed to talk about it to non-wizarding folk, anyway," Draco said.

"Yeah, good. I'll be right back," Samuel said, standing up and heading over to his ground floor apartment. He stopped and turned around, "That cop of yours was hanging around here earlier."

"What happened to him?" Draco asked.

"He was sitting on the bench across from me, and he up and left. He must not have liked how I was looking at him," Samuel said, pulling open his door and stepping inside.

Draco could just imagine the look Samuel had been giving Potter. Samuel had a 'leave me alone' stare that could make the most hardened individual feel deeply uncomfortable.

Draco sighed and stood up, stepping out of the courtyard and looking around.

Potter was leaning against the outside wall chewing on his thumbnail, somehow contriving to look even worse than Samuel.

"You look like shit," Draco said.

Potter's head jerked up, and he glared at Draco with red-rimmed eyes, his hair in a particularly unpleasant mess, "No thanks to you."

"Did telling you 'no' bruise your little ego?" Draco asked.

"I had nightmares all night because of what you said," Potter said.

"Boohoo," Draco said sarcastically, "I feel so sorry for you. As if I wasn't racked with nightmares for years about nearly dying in a flooded bathroom at the hands of an idiot."

Potter scowled down at his feet.

"Why won't you just go away, Potter?" Draco said, truly exasperated.

"Are you actually going to work for that guy?" Potter asked, completely ignoring Draco's question.

"Yes," Draco said.

"But you wouldn't take my money," Potter said.

Draco snorted, "It's not about the money, he could use a break, and I want to help."

"But you do need money," Potter said.

Draco rolled his eyes, "I don't want your money, Potter."

Potter turned his glare to Draco, "The money I offered you was just to replace the thousand from your wallet. It was a loan to help you out until I could get your stuff out of processing, which I have been trying to do."

Draco sighed, "I don't want your money."

"Then what do you want?" Potter asked.

"For you to go away, as I have said, numerous times," Draco said.

"Well, that's not going to happen," Potter said.

"You are such a stubborn arsehole," Draco said.

"Says you, prick," Potter shot back.

Draco shook his head, "You can't 'fix' this. You can't save me like some sort of damsel in distress."

"Well, that's true. You're definitely not a damsel in distress. I couldn't think of a worse description for you," Potter said sarcastically. "You're more of a henchman. Or a sentient cactus."

Draco laughed.

"...What?" Potter was staring at him.

"Sentient cactus," Draco repeated, "I like that."

Potter looked away with a frown.

The sound of a door shutting and footsteps heralded the return of Samuel, who stopped right under the archway leading out onto the pavement.

Samuel paused to throw a glare at Potter before turning his back to him and talking only to Draco. "I talked to my manager. He said he'd be game, but it's going to be unofficial-like because he doesn't want to deal with all the paperwork just for a temp. So I'll pay you out of my wages, alright?"

Draco nodded, "That's fine. When do I- we work? It's almost time, isn't it?" He glanced up at the sun, making its way into late afternoon.

Samuel shook his head, "It's saturday. Tomorrow, I'll show you how to do everything during the first half of my shift when it's quieter, and then, if everything works out, you can take over on monday."

"Tomorrow, then," Draco said.

Samuel smiled tiredly, "And, thanks, man."

"No problem," Draco said.

Samuel held out his hand for a fist bump before heading towards the tube station.

Potter didn't speak until Samuel was out of sight, "Do you really not know what day it is?"

"It's not something I need to know," Draco said.

"And you're going to work in that?" Potter said, nodding to the joggers and loose t-shirt Draco had been stuck in the past few days.

"Probably not," Draco said.

"So, how're you going to get new clothes without any money?" Potter asked.

Draco found himself starting to grin at this stupid little game Potter was playing. "I could always borrow something from Samuel," he said, "But I'll probably go to a thrift store down the way and copy something decent."

"You'll steal something," Potter said.

Draco rolled his eyes, "No. Potter. The original clothes will remain in the shop and can still be sold. My copies are, as you call them, not real clothes. They'll only last a week or two before the magic dissipates."

"If you're going to just copy some clothes, why not copy something expensive?" Potter asked.

"Because the Geminio charm copies everything," Draco said, "Including those little clipped on plastic things that set off the alarms when you try to leave with them. And every time I've tried to just vanish the alarm, it vanished the whole fucking outfit. Cutting them out works, but it's a lot of work for clothes with holes in them that will disappear in a week."

Draco lifted his bottle of coke and whiskey to his lips and took a rather large swallow.

Potter squinted at the bottle.

"What?" Draco asked.

"I was half expecting it to be a beer," Potter said.

"Ugh," Draco wrinkled his nose, "I do not understand why people drink beer. The last thing I want to do is taste my alcohol."

Potter narrowed his eyes at the bottle in his hand.

"Whiskey and coke," Draco said, "You think I would talk to you sober? Not likely."

"The last time I was here, was that-"

"Vodka cranberry," Draco said.

Potter frowned, "Do you always drink so much?"

Draco shrugged the question off, "I suppose since it's saturday, you already had the day off. Can't fathom why you'd want to spend it here," he gestured to the sad-looking little neighbourhood.

"Aurors work all days of the week. I only specially ask for sundays off," Potter said. "Why do you drink so much?"

"Because," Draco said flippantly. "So you had to take more time off to keep stalking me then?"

"I have a lot of personal days saved up," Potter said, "Because why?"

Draco frowned at him, "Just because."

"I answered all your quest-"

"I don't owe you any fucking answers, Potter," Draco snapped. "Merlin, why can't you just mind your own business!" He turned and stormed back into the apartment complex.

He went back up the stairs. Thankfully, he didn't have to go back to Elle's flat and her angry brother because Potter didn't follow him. Draco sat down on the top step. When he tilted his coke up and got nothing more than a few drops from the bottom, he threw the empty bottle down the stairs. It clattered loudly against concrete and metal before coming to a slow rolling stop. Draco leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes.

Draco blinked slowly, his eyes tracking the clouds moving past the little square of blue high over the courtyard. The concrete bench he was lying on dug into his hips and shoulders, but at some point, he had stopped caring. He was humming under his breath, a soft nonsense melody just to break up the silence around him.

A shadow fell over Draco, and he squinted through the change in brightness. The shadow plucked the bottle dangling from Draco's fingers and held it up to the light, yellow-white sunlight streaming through the liquid.

"Lemonade?" Potter asked. He sniffed the mouth of the bottle and frowned before taking a tiny sip and making a face. "Jesus, Malfoy, how much vodka did you put in this?"

"Too much," Draco muttered, "Tastes like shite."

"You still drank most of it," Potter said.

"And I'll finish it," Draco said, reaching up to take the bottle.

Potter kept it easily out of reach.

"You don't know where that's been," Draco said.

"Your mouth? What, did you spit in it?" Potter asked.

"You wish," Draco said.

Potter snorted, "I'm not one of your hookups, Malfoy."

"You just have terrible taste," Draco said sourly, "Never could see quality when it was right in front of you."

"Probably because you always open your mouth and ruin it," Potter said.

"Rude," Draco said, but couldn't help smiling, "but probably true."

"Definitely true," Potter said. He pushed one of Draco's legs off the back of the bench and sat on the edge.

"I thought you'd finally given up," Draco muttered.

"You said you were going to work for three days," Potter said.

Draco grimaced.

"Went well, did it?" Potter said sarcastically.

"I did the job. No one had any complaints," Draco said irritably.

Potter didn't say anything.

"I washed all the plates and pots and washed more and washed more, and smelled like their weird soap," Draco held up his hands, "my hands got all pruney."

Potter frowned in disbelief.

"I lied. I wore gloves the whole time," Draco said.

"Why?"

"You're supposed to wear them, for hygiene," Draco said.

"Why did you lie?" Potter asked.

"Pruney hands was funnier," Draco said, "Not that you ever laugh at my jokes."

Potter looked at him with a sigh, and Draco lifted his foot and tried to kick Potter in the side but missed, nearly slipping off the bench.

"You're drunk," Potter said.

Draco pulled his legs back up, tucking his feet up by his knees, "Fuck off."

Potter sighed again, "... I don't think I can."

"Are your legs broken?" Draco asked sarcastically.

"Malfoy..." Potter said.

"I had to be good," Draco said.

"What?"

"At the working. I had to be good, so I didn't drink much. I didn't want to get Samuel in trouble, so I was good." Draco said, "I worked hard. I was good."

"That's- that's good?" Potter said, his brow furrowing.

"Why can't you?" Draco asked.

"What?" Potter asked, "Can you try to make sense? I can't follow half the shite you're saying."

"I want you to fuck off; you said no," Draco said.

"Because... I want to make this right," Potter said.

"fuuuuck," Draco groaned.

"You were-" Potter grimaced, "-you were right. I've- I've fucked this all up, and I owe it to you to try and fix it."

Draco closed his eyes with satisfaction, "Say it again."

"That I fucked everything-"

"That I was right," Draco said.

There was a long, long pause that promoted Draco to open his eyes again and watch Potter grimace and furrow his brow like someone had shoved a lemon in his mouth.

"...You were right," Potter said reluctantly.

Draco grinned hugely.

"Fucking hell, Malfoy," Potter muttered. "Just tell me what you want."

Draco tilted his head back to look back at the sky.

"Anything. Whatever you want," Potter said.

Draco smiled wanly, "'Whatever I want' that's a dangerous thing to offer."

"Within reason," Potter added.

Draco scoffed.

"So?"

"So what?" Draco said.

"What do you want?" Potter asked.

A pigeon flew in and landed on the edge of the building, its wings opening and flapping absently to keep its balance.

"Malfoy," Potter said.

"I don't know," Draco said.

"Malfoy..."

"I don't," Draco said.

Potter sighed.

Draco pushed himself up, dropping his legs on either side of the bench, his knee pressing into the side of Potter's leg, "Give me my drink back."

Potter looked at the bottle in his hand and frowned. He tightened his grip, the plastic crinkling in his hand, and for a moment looked like he might throw it across the courtyard, but reluctantly passed it over to Draco.

The last swallow of the cocktail was sour and biting with vodka, gone warm from sitting in Potter's hand.

"Malfoy, what can I do to make this right?" Potter asked.

Draco flipped the empty bottle upside-down and whacked Potter on the side of his head, "I don't want it."

"What?" Potter said with a frown.

"Your stupid- anything," Draco said, smacking Potter again with a hollow plastic tong.

"I know you don't want my money," Potter said.

"I don't want anything from you, because it's you. I'd rather die than take your fucking charity," Draco said.

Potter grabbed Draco's wrist before he could hit him again and pulled the bottle easily out of his hand. "It's not charity, Malfoy. I fucked up your life. I owe you. I want to fix things."

Draco sneered at him.

Potter threw the bottle out of reach.

"Let me go," Draco said, trying to pull his hand away.

Potter let him go.

Draco rubbed his wrist even though Potter hadn't hurt him in the least.

"Fine. Fine. What- what about a deal then?" Potter said, his voice dripping with frustration, "There's something like that, isn't there? An unbreakable vow but a deal between two people."

Draco snorted, "Not a chance; unbreakable vows are fatal if you break them."

"Which is why I asked if there was something, less- less fatal!" Potter said.

"A Birkin's Bargain?" Draco said.

"Which is what? How does it work?" Potter asked.

"It's a magically binding vow for both people," Draco said.

"And if someone breaks the... bargain? What happens?" Potter asked.

Draco shrugged one shoulder, "It's broken. The deal is off. No one really uses Birkin's Bargain because there's nothing to really bind the vow without the threat of death."

Potter rolled his eyes, "Of course not. Nothing in the wizarding world lasts without some sort of threat of death or injury involved."

Draco laughed faintly.

"So let's make a bargain then," Potter said.

"It's not a bargain if you don't want something," Draco said.

"Who said I don't?" Potter said.

Draco frowned and leaned back, "...What do you want?"

"...Stop drinking," Potter said.

Draco grimaced, "We talked about this, Potter, you can't damsel in distress me-"

"Why not?" Potter said.

"What?"

"Why can't I save you? You think I can't? I bet I could," Potter said, his expression settling into fierce determination, the likes I which Draco hadn't seen since they were both in school.

Draco shivered and then frowned at himself.

"And you can have whatever you want," Potter said.

"Anything?"

Potter nodded.

"So I could live in your flat?"

Potter's mouth tightened, but he nodded.

"And you would take care of all my needs?" Draco asked.

Potter managed a very tight nod.

Draco leaned forward until their faces were only inches apart, reaching up and brush Potter's cheek with the back of his hand, the faint shadow of stubble scraping across his skin, "All my needs?"

Potter jerked back, "No sleeping around either." He narrowed his eyes and took Draco's hand, pulling it down to the bench, "If you're trying to scare me off, it won't work."

"Does it ever?" Draco said.

The corner of Potter's mouth turned up in a faint smirk, "No." He held out his hand, "It's a bargain then?"

"That's not how the spell works," Draco said.

"Malfoy," Potter said impatiently.

"You'll break the bargain first," Draco said.

Potter snorted, "Doubt it."

Draco eyed Potter's hand warily, "Fine," and shook it.