One Emotion

Eyes forward, blank face, no emotion, do not cry. Malfoy's do not cry. Certainly not at there own trial.

"Were you, Draco Malfoy, a Death Eater?" Straight to the point, no niceties. Why should they waste their breath on me? I certainly wouldn't.

"Yes" I reply. I will not plead I was forced, how I begged my father to talk to HIM, how I pleaded with my mother to run with me. Escape.

"Did you ever intentionally torture?"
"Yes." After I was tortured made to do HIS bidding.
"Did you ever intentionally murder?"

"No." I couldn't. I wish to believe I am not so evil.
"Did you try to murder anyone?"

"Yes." And you know it, I failed, left for dead.

"Did you ever commit manslaughter?"

"Yes." A muggle, 16, a struggle for my wand. A squib, I am lead to believe, she knew what the rod in my hand was and she wasn't going to let me use it. She hit her head, fell in a coma and died 3 days later. I have never felt such guilt.
"You are sentenced too…" I wait. Why had he stopped? Will I be submitted to dementor's kiss? I deserve death. Perhaps the kiss will give me that feel. And then I realise why the judge has stopped.

"Mr Potter, a..a…. pleasure a…as always of couse." Stumbling over Potter as usual. I have a lot to thank him for. Alas, my father ingrained it to deep that I should hate the boy. I cannot hate him anymore, but even so, he should not find it in his heart to not hate me, or my name. Therefore, I shall not fight against the wards my father placed around my fragile heart.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Potter walk forwards. His aim to stand directly in front of the judge, his back directly towards I. To my astonishment he turns his back to the judge and faces me, his eyes a mix of pity and one emotion I have never seen nor experienced before. I wish he did not pity me. I deserve to die.

"Draco," This catches my attention, he has only ever called me Malfoy. What has changed? I ask myself.

"Draco" he repeats as if nervous "I know you were forced to become a Death Eater. I know you were tortured before you tortured others. I know you don't believe in Pure Blood Mania. Why don't you defend yourself?" He's correct on all accounts.

"Because, I deserve to die Potter." I answer looking him straight in the eye. Those gorgeous eyes that I was enthralled by in my sixth year, the ones filled with worry when he cast a spell he knew not of.

I hear gasps around the room at my answer. How can they be surprised, after the evil's I have done?

"No you don't" Potter says slightly louder and more confident, addressing his audience, commanding the respect he so deserves. "You're innocent. A victim."

"Don't pity me, Harry" I surprise myself I have never called him that. Is my heart fighting the wards placed by my father? I can only hope. "I am Death Eater scum. It is my fault people are dead, they might have had a chance if I had stepped in. Yet I am too weak, It's my fault they're dead." I see pity in the eyes of everyone surrounding us, I do not want Pity. I look back at Harry. the man I just spilt my heart too. I see no pity just the emotion I do no not know.

" I know" he leans down and presses his lips to mine. sweetly and now I know what the emotion I have never seen before is and I think my eyes are filled with the same. Love.