It felt like this was all suddenly a dream. Maybe they had come through that door and killed him, and this was his afterlife. If that was the case, he was willing to embrace it. All to keep this, and Harry.

"You're not ... You're serious." He wasn't sure he believed it, even if he didn't entirely question it. "Potter, you know what you're offering, right?"

Of course for Draco, at that point, vanishing didn't matter. He was dead one way or another, so he would never be part of wizarding society again. He didn't care about that. He cared about one thing. Harry Potter.

"I want this, Harry. I want you." He had never, in their life, said it so clearly.