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“Headmistress,” Draco said softly. “He’s—” He glanced at Potter, his heart twisting. “He’s been having a really hard time with this.”

Surprise flashed across McGonagall’s features. Her eyes rested on Potter as her expression slowly softened. “Potter, I think you misunderstood.” At that, Potter’s eyes snapped up to hers. “When I promised you to help you become an Auror, it was a promise to help you fulfill your dreams. Dreams change. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

Even though the words weren’t directed at him, Draco felt warmth spread through his chest and a tingling sensation in his fingers. It took him a moment to realise that the tingling was actually coming from Potter. It was his magic.

“You defeated the greatest evil our world ever had to face. You carried that burden for almost 18 years. If anyone deserves to do whatever the hell they want, it’s you.”

Draco almost burst out laughing. He loved it when McGonagall swore.

“And I’ll promise you again, I’ll do everything in my power to help you do it.”

“Headmistress…”

Draco could feel the disbelief and gratitude radiating from Potter; he wondered if Potter even realised what his magic was doing right now, seeping into Draco. It felt so intimate.

“The question is, what do you want to do?” McGonagall asked.

“I have absolutely no idea,” Potter answered, sounding ashamed.

“Not even one?”

“Well, I guess it would be nice to be helping people.”

If Draco hadn’t been so distracted by the sensation of Potter’s magic, he would have rolled his eyes. Of course Potter wanted to dedicate his time to other people.

McGonagall nodded, resting her forearms on her desk and intertwining her fingers.

“It seems to me there’s a fairly easy and obvious solution for that,” she said.

“What?” Potter blinked. “There is?”

“Of course! Why don’t you just join Malfoy in—”

“Headmistress,” Draco interrupted her.

“What? Oh. You haven’t told him?”

“Told me what?” Potter said, looking confused.