Gambit



"That was kind of risky, wasn't it, pet?" Draco's smooth and still-calm drawl sliced neatly through Hermione's and Ron's shouting.

Harry grinned at him, relieved to see someone who wouldn't be furious with him - not that Draco had been pleased with the plan, far from it, but he understood the 'why' far better. "It was a . . . slightly dangerous gambit, but it paid off." he replied, his voice throaty and rough.

Draco's eyes were the only thing that betrayed his noting of the sound - the grey-blue darkening to a smoky silver. His own voice, however, betrayed nothing. "So, you got what you wanted? And did not get hurt?"

Harry smirked, catching the familiar change in Draco's eyes, but let it go for now. "I did. And, er, mostly?"

Draco sighed, pushing off the wall he was leaning on and crossing to Harry's side as he looked away. "What happened?" he asked resignedly.

"Er, your aunt got, er, in the way…" Harry trailed off miserably.

"She hurt you?" Draco demanded, laying his hand flat on Harry's chest.

"She- she didn't get a chance." Harry mumbled. "She raised her wand and I cursed her."

"You killed Bellatrix?" Draco asked calmly.

Harry nodded.

"You finally got that bloody bitch!" Draco crowed. Everyone else flinched from the sudden - and unexpected - noise.

Harry grasped his shoulder, and Draco turned to look at his lover's slightly worried - and shocked - face. "What? I'm not allowed to hate someone in my family? She was a horrible, cruel madwoman who deserved a lot worse than she got - whatever curse you used." Draco told him.

Harry's eyes grew suspiciously shiny, but all he did was pull Draco in for a hug, burying his face into Draco's shoulder with a small sob.

Draco carded his fingers through his lover's hair, humming absently.

~Fin~


Sorry it's so late today! I had a doctor's appointment, and then I had to go and let the contractor into my brother's house and I only just got to my computer.