A Pledge of Allegiance
It still burns a starry black when Draco touches it for the first time. Harry winces and shudders, though he supposes it doesn't pain him any more than his inflamed scar does.
"So you really did, then."
Harry doesn't know how to reply to him. "Yeah, I guess I did."
"You guess you did, Potter?" He places a hand on Harry's shoulder, who can't decide if this hurts more than the mark or not. "You left your Mudblood, blood-traitor friends, your precious Hogwarts to join the Dark Lord -- and all you can say is that you guess you did?"
"Shut up, Malfoy," Harry hisses, throwing off the hand. "I'll say whatever I want to say."
They sit against the wall in perfect silence. Then Draco throws him a glance. Even in this dim light, Harry can sense his pale complexion, a complexion now unsettled.
When the blond speaks, his words come out as whispers. Harry thinks he cannot hear them; Harry does not want to hear them.
"You swore allegiance to the Dark Lord and his ends and means, to face and accept death before you break your oath to him?"
Harry opens his mouth and then realizes he cannot reply to him.
Draco wraps his arms around the boy who lived and turned apostate, wraps his arms and holds him without speaking.
Harry still cannot reply to himself.