"I’m going to talk to Harry, see if he can get anyone out to Azkaban tomorrow. You want me back here tonight?" Draco shook his head, unwilling to admit he was scared to be alone. He hadn’t been alone since he’d admitted to Hermione he wanted more than the occasional shag and basically stopped living at the manor. Theo had Harry, he’d had him since training had started. Draco had been jealous at the time, feelings starting to stir for Hermione but assuming there would never be a chance, not after their past, his aunt’s torture during the war. 