The robes dragged on the ground in front of him, her bare feet sticking out from the bottom as Draco carried her up a set of steep, carved stairs from the chamber, and down dark alleyways and dimly lit side streets from the city center. It was lucky it was so late, for Draco’s white knickers shone brightly in the dim blue light of the crystal, an odd sight for any passersby. Her cheek against his chest felt safe, the hard pectoral muscle that rippled against her jaw, the strong arms that she fell asleep in only a few hours prior felt the same, though they shook now as he held her. She didn’t want to look up and see the stranger, the one that wore that blue crystal mask that had been thrown aside, dropped into the dust. 