For Friday
Eyes
Words: 334
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Those eyes. The face was swollen and the hair had a different colour, but the eyes didn't lie.
Draco didn't want to believe it. How could Harry Potter let himself be caught by the Snatchers? He would have rejected the idea that this hideous creature was Potter if not for the fact that he was with Granger and Weasley and . . . Those eyes. . .
Narcissa asked him to identify them. He couldn't. If the Dark Lord came, there would be no hope left for anyone. Harry needed to live. He stalled, but they were insisting. Then Aunt Bella walked in. If she knew that he had purposefully lied. . .
They were led to the dungeons and Draco was thinking fast, while he led the unconscious Snatchers to the yard. How could he help them? How could he free them? His mind was reeling. If he did something, his Aunt would know and the Dark Lord would too. His mother and father would pay by association. He could not risk it...
He entered the house to see Granger screaming in agony.
If nothing else that made his decision for him. That night, he would set the prisoners free. And he would pay the price, but Harry he would be safe and he would save them all.
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Harry was facing him, watching him as he hold the wands, and expecting him to hurt the Gryffindors. How could he hurt Harry?
He just stared, until Harry snatched the wands and left, giving him an odd look. He watched them go, still transfixed at the sight of his school nemesis. There was so much hardness in his stare and Draco felt his heart break for him.
Draco really hoped that there would come the day when he would stare at those eyes and feel the warmth of friendship in them. He hoped Harry would accept his outstretched hand and talk idly about nothings . . .
He knew it was wishful thinking.