Draco & Anthony
Draco ran as best he could, fuelled by drugs and adrenaline. He wasn't in any kind of physical shape, but at least they had a head start. He didn't know if he was imagining the sirens in the distance. He didn't know what Muggle Aurors were like, but he didn't want to find out. He lagged before long, coughing and staggering - apparently living on drink and cigarettes wasn't conducive to physical prowess. He had to stop, leaning hard against a wall. They couldn't find them, right? They wouldn't find them. How would they know what to look for? Draco conveniently forgot that he was shirtless running around the streets of London in the middle of the night.