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Harry was led into a waiting room at the ministry as he waited to speak to someone about the Malfoy's case. He nervously jiggled his legs back and forth, his anticipation growing. He hadn't told his friends or anyone at Hogwarts what he was doing, and he couldn't help thinking that Ron and Hermione would go ballistic when they found out.
Approaching footsteps made him stand on his feet, is hand unconsciously going to his wand to rest on the hilt. As the door creaked open, Harry gasped at what he saw.
Draco Malfoy stood before him, still dressed in the clothing that he had been wearing the day before, his hair mussed as if hands had been continuously run through it. He shot a surprised look at Harry.
"Potter?" he said in shock. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Well who else were you expecting to help your skinny ass get out of here? I don't think your friends are in any position to be assisting you right now with this… situation you seem to find yourself in ", Harry finished nastily.
"Help me? What the bloody hell are you talking about? Why would you want to help me?" Malfoy demanded.
Harry ignored him in favor of looking to the two guards who were currently digging their wands into Malfoy's back in warning should he get any ideas to escape their imposing grips on his forearms. "Could we have some privacy please?" Harry questioned politely.
The two guards looked to each other uneasily. "Er, Mr. Potter, we're really not supposed to leave prisoners unattended" one of the guards said uncertainly.
"I understand that. And normally I would never ask for a slight bending of the rules. But if I could just have two minutes with Mr. Malfoy here, I would be forever grateful to you. It's very important that I speak to Malfoy" he explained, striving for an earnest expression on his face, ignoring the quizzical and suspicious look Malfoy was giving him.
"Of course! I mean, you're Harry Potter. If we can't do you a favor once and again, then I don't know what the world is coming to!" the smaller and more bashful of the two guards burst out suddenly. At this energetic statement, Harry saw Malfoy roll his eyes in an exaggerated fashion.
"Well, now that we've established that I deserve two single minutes of privacy with the Saint Potter!" Draco drawled. "Now could you get your bloody hands OFF of me?!" He said through clenched teeth, jerking his arms roughly from the guard's hands.
The guards let him go abruptly, telling Harry that they would be right outside the hallway and would be back in just a few minutes, and that he was to call if he needed help. Harry smirked at this. Him, need help with Malfoy? He had just defeated Voldemort for crying out loud, but yeah, ok. He nodded his thanks and watched as they left the room and closed the door behind him.
Both boys stared at each other in silence, neither willing to speak first. Finally Harry, sensing his precious few minutes dwindling away, spoke. "You're probably wondering what I'm doing here" he said somewhat redundantly. He knew Malfoy was floored to see him here. Malfoy's normally careful, bank face was creased in obvious confusion and suspicion.
"Gee Potter. Way to state the obvious. I thought you would've been busy being crowned king of the wizarding world or some shit by now. Are you here to get some more publicity? I can see the headlines now- 'Savior Potter Condemns Malfoy Family and Vows 'THE KISS' to All Known Death Eaters" Draco snarled crowding intimately close to Harry.
Harry shoved him away, snarling right back. "Just shut the hell up for once in your life, you fool!" he hissed tightly. "You think I want this? You think I want to be praised as a hero? For what? Killing people? For NOT dying when I was supposed to? For being the cause of countless innocent people's deaths? You don't know anything about me, or my life, so shut the fuck up!" he roared, his eyes darkening as he stared at Malfoy's surprised face.
He was about to continue when the door cracked open and one of the guards peeked their head in. "everything alright?" he asked.
"Yes, if we could just have a few more minutes. Almost done" Harry said tightly, not taking his eyes off of Malfoy for a second, who was equally staring back, at a loss for words. The guard nodded in apprehensive acceptance and closed the door again.
Harry sighed loudly, running a hand through his hair with a weary look on his face. "Look, just stop it alright? I didn't come here for this. I was told that you were being held here until the day of your trial, this Friday. I just wanted to tell you that I'll be testifying for you. For you and your mother" Harry said, darting his eyes away as he spoke. He felt those gray eyes boring into him as he spoke and felt his skin prickle and his skin warm with such an intense gaze.
After a pregnant pause in which Harry held his breath to see how Malfoy would react, Malfoy took a deep breath as if he had been sucker punched. "Why? Why would you do that for me? You hate me." He said in a strangled voice.
At hearing this, Harry looked again into those gray eyes that were still boring into him. After a beat in which Harry searched for words that would even begin to describe why he felt that he needed to do this, and why it wasn't even a choice for him, he finally whispered, "I don't hate you Malfoy. I never hated you".
Silence.
That was all he heard around him. He attempted to drag his eyes away from Malfoy's penetrative gaze and found that he couldn't. It felt like those eyes could see straight through his soul, and he was drowning, suffocating. Harry blinked stupidly at Malfoy, horrified at his thoughts. What the hell was he thinking? What was going on? Were those eyes closer to him suddenly? Had Malfoy moved closer to him?
Finally dragging his eyes away from Malfoy, he found the blonde boy much closer to him than he was before, searching his face for what, Harry didn't know.
Malfoy reached forward slowly, his hand seemingly moving forward on its own, as if in a trance. He couldn't control himself, he didn't know what was happening to him. Breathing shallowly, and struggling for the breaths that escaped him in soft gasps, he watched his hand as it ghosted over Potter's soft, warm cheek. This was Potter, his mind tried to scream at him. But it was a moot point. His mind and his hand were on opposite ends of the spectrum, with different minds guiding them it seemed. As his palm settled over Potter's cheek, curling his fingers behind his ear, Potter startled, his eyes going wide, his mouth in an amusing 'Oh' shape. Malfoy would have mocked him if he wasn't afraid that the same expression wasn't mirrored on his own face. It was with an unknown force that Malfoy drew closer to the boy in front of him, sliding his hand into that hair that was shockingly silky and knotting his fingers in it to tug the frozen brunet closer to him.
"Malfoy, I don't- ", Harry wasn't sure what he was going to say, and could only be glad when Malfoy cut him off harshly.
"Shut up," Malfoy said in a voice completely unlike his own, all breathy and garbled. "Just… I- "
And then he had pressed his lips to Harry's, and it was bliss.
Harry let out a muffled squeak and stiffened under his lips. Malfoy brought his other hand up to grip Harry's shoulder, should he attempt to pull away. He held his lips there passively, waiting for a reaction. A punch, a press of lips back against his own, he would take whatever at this point. He stared into those brilliant green eyes that were blown wide open in shock, staring right back into his hazy gray eyes that had darkened considerably and had lost the cold sharpness. Draco gripped Harry's hair tighter and tugged lightly on it, willing a response from the frozen boy in front of him. And that was all it took.
Harry's eyes fluttered closed and he groaned lowly into Malfoy's mouth. Clawing his hands into Malfoy's hair and robes, Harry took in a shuddering breath and kissed back for all he was worth.
He pressed his body intimately close to the blondes, and was equally pushed back, the chair that he had been sitting in digging into is thigh painfully. But Harry didn't care. He didn't care about anything except for the feel of those silky lips on his own, and the hands that were running through his hair and angling his head sharply to the side for a better angle. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think, but he didn't care. He didn't seem to be able to pull himself away, couldn't stop kissing him.
Harry heard a moan and didn't know if it was him or Malfoy, or both. His skin where Malfoy touched him was on fire, and he was burning alive. Silky lips slid against his own roughly, desperately, and it was all Harry could do while he clutched at Malfoy's shoulders to not collapse onto his wobbly knees. He felt Malfoy's lips trying to pry open his lips to battle with his tongue, and was just opening his mouth to eagerly push back, when he heard the door open.
Harry jumped back as if he had been struck by lightning. Looking at the door, he saw the guards looking sideways down the hallway, apparently distracted as they listened and responded quickly to someone out of Harry's line of site. Stumbling back from Malfoy quickly so to put some much needed distance between them before the guards turned back around, Harry stared in horror at Malfoy, who was doing the same. Both boys were breathing heavily and flushed. They both jumped noticeably as the guards turned and spoke to them.
Harry turned away from Malfoy and faced the guards, fighting to calm down and throw a mask hastily over his face. He hoped he didn't look as thoroughly snogged as he felt right now. Taking a small breath and gathering his scattered wits about him he said "I'm sorry, what?"
The guards were looking at him strangely, darting glances to Malfoy who had lost his flush to be quickly replaced with a new level of pale that made him look as if he was about to faint.
"Er- everything alright?" one of the guards asked uncertainly.
"Yes!" Harry nearly shouted, while trying to subtly edge closer to the door so he could flee. Blushing even harder, he fumbled for words. "We're done here, I was just leaving," He said, desperate to get away as he again felt those intense eyes burning him up again.
"Um, if you're sure… "the guard said in a suspicious voice.
Harry nodded his head emphatically. "I'm sure."
As he attempted to walk somewhat calmly to the door, he was just about to pass the threshold when a voice stopped him cold in his tracks.
"Potter" Malfoy said in a low voice.
Turning slowly with a look of dread on his face, Harry faced Malfoy.
"Malfoy", he replied in an equally low voice as he tried and failed to appear nonchalant, not sure what the blonde was going to reveal in front of their curious chaperones.
"… See you at the trial" Malfoy replied with a searching look, his eyes lidded and dark.
Harry swallowed and nodded to him, not trusting himself to say anything else. With a last look at Malfoy, he mumbled a 'thanks again' to the guards and left the ministry as quickly as he could without appearing overly suspicious.
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