"Draco, stop." Even in swim trunks, Harry extruded a quiet authority he never showed at Hogwarts but during every Death Eater meeting. The Slytherin hesitated. "We have talked about this. You don't really want me. Tom was playing games. But he won't hurt you if you refuse to join him. Nor will I." Seeing how indecisive the other was, Harry approached him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder, ignoring Draco's flinch. "Listen, your mother probably had the best of intentions. But she can only advise you as far as she's aware of the situation. Your father's entire life was ruled by Tom. You can do more than just choose between two masters."