And he was one hundred percent prepared to die to destroy Voldemort - he had been the first time, and he was this time as well. But part of him knew that Draco would not be as willing to make that sacrifice. It wasn’t particular about the depth of his and Draco’s friendship; they’d been forced into physical and emotional proximity by circumstance only, and without that fateful Monday morning, he expected they would have continued as friendly acquaintances who had a passing interest in the others life. No, it was something more than that. Harry was Draco’s only remaining connection to the life they’d had torn from them, and vice versa. Harry wouldn’t want to lose that either.