Just a little further, Draco told himself, feet stumbling and lungs heaving; just a little further. He stared at the uneven ground before his feet and fantasised deliriously about what would happen after the team got away, safely. They would go back to Godric’s Hollow. Draco would get his wounds tended and disappear down to the safe cave of his cellar – so funny to think of it as safety and home now. How things changed. So quickly. He would wait for Hermione to join him, later on after the exhausted Order members had drifted off to their beds. And then they could cling to each other and say all the things they couldn’t say in front of the others during the mission. Luxuriate in her – her skin, her mouth, her affection. Just the two of them in a separate bubble, with the outside world irrelevant for just a little while. Fuck, he wanted that so badly. Wanted it more than anything.