They just drove off and left it all behind them
But where were they going without ever knowing the way?
The Way, Fastball
"Potter! Wake up!"
Harry rolled over and squinted into the darkness. "Malfoy? Wh-what?"
"We're leaving. The Order are talking about what they'll do when you die."
Harry put his glasses on. Malfoy was carrying a small duffel; he looked agitated. "Malfoy, they have to plan for everything."
Malfoy's expression was dark. "Fuck them, Harry. We'll… run away together. To... Australia or something. You'll be safe from all this bullshit."
Harry's smile was helpless. "I've got to stay and fight. But… I didn't know you cared, Malfoy."
Malfoy blushed deeply. "Fuck you, Potter. Let's go."
"Stay with me, instead," Harry offered.
