Draco & Anthony
"My jacket's here somewhere," Draco reminded him, rather pleased that he'd remembered this himself given his current state. "Fuck, that was close." He didn't feel quite ready to move yet; his legs were still shaking. "Is that how you always teach people about Muggle culture? Because it's fucking mental."
He really, really hoped no one decided to leave through that entrance any time soon. Particularly not a certain dark-haired someone. Still... there was something about the whole experience that felt... bizarrely right. Maybe this was the kind of thing normal teenagers were meant to do.