"All right, all right," he agreed dismissively, he and Potter locked in a staring match to end all staring matches. With the wand, Potter was now in complete control, which Draco Malfoy hated with every fiber of his being.

"How can we trust you?" Potter demanded, his face still swollen hideously but gradually returning to that face Draco had known and hated for so long.

"I gave you my wand, Potter. What more could you possibly need?" he asked, on the edge of laughing, but then Potter ended the binding curse and Ron was on his feet and tugging Potter toward the door.

Then there was a pop, a whoosh, and a beady-eyed House Elf peering up at them. Ahead of schedule.

"They'll be coming for the goblin soon. Let's go."