Forgiven
"You realise he's going to kill me," the blonde muttered sullenly.
Harry rolled his eyes. "If you're sincere enough, I'm sure we can persuade him to leave you in one piece," he replied. Draco made a strangled noise in his throat and Harry grabbed his shoulder firmly and propelled him forward before he could run.
"You wanted to apologise to everyone you wronged, Draco," he said firmly "This is the place to start."
Draco gulped as he saw the dark figure in the distance. This was a mistake. He was going to die. "Harry?" he whimpered slightly.
"Be brave, love," the brunette smiled reassuringly. "He's more forgiving than you think." Praying to all the gods he could think of that Harry was right, Draco took a tentative step forward towards…him.
"Hello there," he said finally, announcing his presence.
Intelligent, dark eyes turned to stare at him, impassive and neutral. They scanned him, as if looking right through him. But there was no other reaction.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," the blonde muttered to himself. A supercilious cock of the head was the only response he got, and he sighed resignedly deciding to get this over with as quickly and painlessly as possible.
"I wanted to… apologise for what I did to you. Well almost did to you, I suppose. I wasn't the best person back then and…well, I know what I did was terrible. I'm sorry. Really I am and I just…oh bollocks… do you think you can forgive me?"
His ridiculously inarticulate speech was met with stony silence. Draco gulped as… he took a step towards him. The blonde felt the hair on his neck rise. His heart was in his throat. Seconds passed, feeling like hours…
And then the hippogriff bowed its head in gracious acceptance and Draco's terror turned to relief. He was forgiven.
