And then she tapped her wand on top of her head and disappeared and Draco did the same. The Muggle weapon – the gun – was shoved at the back of his belt, heavy and hard-edged against his back, and it was oddly comforting there. Hermione had glared daggers at him when he'd kept hold of the weapon but it had come in very fucking useful, and so he was bloody well taking it with him.