Seamus laughed, leaning into that touch, resting his head on Dean's shoulder for a moment. "Veela blood will out," he teased, amused because really that was part of who Draco was and not just about him being a Malfoy.

"And hey! I haven't blown up anything in years. At least not without meaning to," he pointed out, because they both knew there were things that went boom, but never on accident these days. "But it's possible, and part of it lies in your desire to severe that tie, so I suspect you'll manage as well as most if not better."

There was a serious note to his tones in that moment.

Draco gave Harry's hand a squeeze. "Then let's do it. I need to know they can't find me. They're still trying," he admitted, glancing between them. "But we were careful."