Draco Malfoy, tall, well-dressed (too well-dressed for the seedy, sticky little clubs they’d invaded that evening), turned back with a grin, waiting for Blaise, who was tugging a reluctant Theo Nott behind him. They were his two best mates since before he started Hogwarts, and while their friendship had suffered ups and downs (the years when a snake-faced revenant set up base camp in Draco’s home being the prime example). In the end, they’d always been there for each other. Through school, war, and a few broken engagements. 