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36
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To Open Prison Doors
Chapter Number/Total: 12/36
Chapter Title: To Open Prison Doors
Words: 2570 Words
Tonks went to work and had the guards bring clean clothes while she did Cleaning Charms. They ended up having to cut off most of Draco's hair, it was so badly matted and infested. Harry heard her muttering obscenities under her breath when she saw the condition of his body.
Harry turned away from them as they worked, wiping a bit of blood from the cut on his head onto his shirt. He didn't care about the headache he had now, all he cared about was Draco.
"Harry," Tonks said, kneeling beside him again, "I'll bind his hands and feet for safety. Don't get near the claws or teeth, 'kay?"
"Not like I can see them," he muttered.
"I mean, if you touch him," she said quietly. Then she laid Draco out on a blanket she had made the guards bring in and cast the rope spell. "Ready?" she asked Harry.
Harry nodded, sighing.
Tonks released the Stunning Spell and then left the room. On the floor beside him, Draco groaned.
Harry crawled closer, but didn't say anything, waiting for Draco to talk first.
"Why are you still here? Didn't I just try to kill you?" Draco sneered, but he sounded more tired than angry.
"I wanted to talk to you," he said quietly, lying down beside him.
"Don't touch me," Draco snarled.
"I wasn't going to ...."
"So what do you want? I would have never thought the Hero of the Wizarding World would come to this place," Draco sighed.
"Do you love me?" Harry asked suddenly.
"I'm a monster, I can't love anyone. Didn't they tell you that?" he drawled.
"Draco, stop it. I'm asking you a question. Answer me honestly," Harry pleaded.
"Draco is dead," he answered.
Harry didn't answer for a long moment. "Who ... who are you then? And don't say you're a monster," Harry insisted.
"Doesn't leave me many options, does it?" he sighed.
"You're still Draco. Don't you remember?" he asked, shifting closer, but not touching him.
The other man snorted. "Just because I don't have a face anymore doesn't mean I've lost my mind."
"Then you remember that you love me ... and how we made love," he said quietly.
"Did you come here to torment me? Isn't this punishment enough for you?" the prisoner gasped.
"No, I'm sorry this happened to you," Harry explained. "I shouldn't have pushed you back. I should've pulled you closer and then yelled the curse. This would've never happened ...."
"What are you talking about, Potter? I got you close to the Dark Lord, helped you destroy him and then you let them put me in here. You didn't even tell them!" Draco growled.
"I did tell them! I swear I did! But no one would listen to me. They kept me there on potions and I couldn't do anything," he answered quickly. "They thought I was crazy or something, but I wasn't. I just wanted you to be there with me."
All Harry heard for a minute was harsh breathing. "You told them? When?" Draco asked.
"When I woke up. I asked for you so many times and ... they just gave me a potion and I fell asleep ... and they kept doing that ...."
"One of the Ministry people told me you were going to testify against me," Draco said in a near whisper.
"No, never, that's a lie. I wanted to testify for you, Draco ... that's all I wanted," Harry corrected.
"When I woke up, they said that they had all the evidence they needed to have me executed. Did you know what they use instead of the Dementors now? The Cruciatus Curse. They said if I confessed, I would just be put in here. That's before I knew ... what I would turn into ... otherwise, I probably would have had them Crucio me instead."
"Draco, I'm sorry. I'll help you now, I promise. I know there's a way to help you. And I'll be with you the entire time." Harry wanted to touch him, but he had to ask him first. "Can I ... I want to kiss you ...."
"No," Draco growled. "And if you want to help me, kill me."
"No, I don't want you to die, please, I need you." He shook his head, trying to show Draco how serious he was.
"Then get out." Draco sighed.
"Please don't push me away," Harry pleaded.
"You seriously want to touch me?" he hissed. "Then touch my face. Don't kiss me. Use your hand."
Harry reached out and hesitated before he touched his face, gently running his fingers over the skin. The left side of Draco's face was a mass of scar tissue and the eye was missing. He didn't linger there for long as he moved to the other side, which seemed undamaged. Harry sighed. "Does it hurt?"
"You're avoiding it, Potter," Draco accused. "If you can't touch it, then you have no business even talking to me about being in love."
Harry gritted his teeth, running his fingers back over to the damaged area. "I didn't want to touch it because I thought I'd hurt you," he explained.
"So you 'see' now. Not just a monster but a hideously deformed one," Draco sneered. "Go back to your life, hero."
"I'm not going anywhere," Harry smiled, stroking his cheek. "You're stuck with me. Get used to it."
"I don't need your pity or your guilt," Draco snapped. "This isn't a sexy scar. It makes my stomach turn just letting you touch it."
"This isn't pity or guilt. This is my love, Draco," Harry replied gently, cupping his face.
Draco began to tremble. He tried to pull away but the ropes held him tight.
"I love you, I just want you to know that," Harry said simply. "No matter what."
Draco was shaking now, but he didn't say a word. He felt like he would break into a million pieces if he did.
Harry went quiet, too, keeping his hand where it was.
Draco gasped and tried to turn his head away from Harry's hand.
Harry didn't know if Draco wanted him to let go, but he didn't care, he moved closer and pressed his lips against Draco's.
Draco sobbed, held in place by Harry's hand and his own desire. He moaned into the kiss, tears that had already been falling from his remaining eye mingling with their kiss.
Harry carefully wiped at the tears, smiling a bit when he pulled back.
"You c-can't ..." Draco started, but he couldn't finish the thought.
"I love you," Harry said firmly.
"I love you," Draco whispered, almost too soft to be heard, but Harry heard him.
"See, I knew you loved me," he responded.
Draco closed his eye, wanting nothing more than to beg Harry to take him out of there. "Yes," he whispered, "but that won't help."
"Yes, it will. I will make it help," he answered, wrapping his arms around him. "Can I undo the ropes?"
"They're magical," Draco replied. "So unless they let you have your wand in here ...."
"Wandless magic ...." He concentrated on the ropes and then whispered the spell, hoping it worked.
The ropes slid away and vanished. Draco gasped. "Could you have used that ... back then?" he asked.
"Would've made things a hell of a lot easier, right? But I don't think so. I really need to concentrate with it. And the Killing Curse is harder," he replied.
"So why untie me?" Draco asked, sitting up and rubbing his wrists. It felt different to be clean again too. "It's not like I can walk out of here. And there are Anti-Apparation wards around this place."
"I just can't stand the fact that I'm talking to you while you're tied up ...." He shifted closer before he slipped into his lap and rested his head on Draco's shoulder.
For a moment, Draco froze, afraid to touch him. Finally, he curled his claws into his palms and wrapped his arms around him, resting his head against Harry's. Then he sniffed and tensed. "You smell like blood."
"Just a cut, Draco. I'm okay," Harry said.
"Let me see," he said, sniffing and then looking at Harry's head.
Harry turned a bit so Draco could see the cut on the back of his head. "It doesn't hurt much."
Draco gritted his teeth but looked at the cut. "You should get it healed, but it's not too deep." He felt dizzy from the smell.
"I will," Harry said and relaxed against Draco, finally feeling better for the first time since he woke up.
"Did any of the others ... scar?" Draco asked quietly giving voice to something that had worried him even then.
"No. I know you did that on purpose, Draco," he whispered, turning and stroking a hand down his chest. "Thank you."
Draco snorted. "And just how would I do that?" He smiled inwardly. It was odd to be complimented for one's torture technique.
"I don't know how you did, but I wasn't surprised when the mediwizard told me there weren't any. I knew it had to be you," he replied.
"Chose tools that hurt and bled a lot but didn't cut too deep," he answered quietly. "I wanted it to look worse than it was; which was bad enough."
Harry nodded, rubbing his cheek against Draco's shoulder. "You did well. I wish I had seen the look on Voldemort's face," he said.
"I wish I hadn't," Draco said, grimacing. He was not going to tell Harry why Voldemort had put down the wand.
"I don't blame you," he answered, laughing a bit.
"I can't believe we are sitting in Azkaban laughing about this," Draco said.
"I don't care where I am. As long as I'm with you," he whispered.
"Well, you can't stay here. Do you know how many people in here hate you?" he said.
"I don't care. Besides, that's why you're coming with me," Harry insisted.
There was a knock at the door. "Harry?" Tonks called through it.
"Yes?" he answered, snuggling closer to Draco.
She came through the door with her wand drawn and stopped in her tracks. She seemed caught between smiling and frowning. "Harry," she huffed, "you broke your promise."
Harry sighed, perfectly content where he was. "Sorry, Tonks," he said and shrugged.
She snorted, putting her wand to her side. "Tamed the beast, have we?" she asked in a teasing tone.
Draco scowled but rolled his eye. "Hello, cousin," he said.
"I told you he was fine," Harry whispered, closing his eyes.
"So what are we gonna do now, Harry?" she asked.
"Take Draco back with us," he replied.
Tonks stared at them. "Harry, they're not gonna let you take him out of here," she sighed.
"At least start the process of getting him out of here ...." He leaned up and kissed Draco's cheek. "In the meantime, I think I'll stay here."
Tonks opened her mouth to say something.
Draco regarded her with an amused smirk, which looked pretty scary with those pointed teeth.
"I'll go send an owl to Shacklebolt," she said, turning and stalking out of the room.
Harry grinned, hugging Draco tightly. "I thought she would've argued with me!"
"You are a bit scary," Draco observed.
"I am? Oh, whatever, at least she listened," Harry said brightly.
Guards occasionally came to the door and looked in through the iron-grilled window at them. "I think you scared the guards, too," Draco observed, watching them.
***
Several hours passed while they waited and Draco was perfectly content to sit there holding Harry for as long as he could. He nuzzled his hair, enjoying the smell of him. He even relaxed his clawed fingers enough to rest them gently on Harry's clothing.
"I'm hungry, are you?" Harry asked softly.
Draco snorted. He couldn't remember not being hungry any more. "The food isn't that good here," he observed dryly.
"Hmm, I'm sure the guards don't eat the food they serve here," he murmured softly, thinking.
"I wouldn't eat anything those foul arseholes ever touched," Draco said vehemently.
"I'll get you food somehow then. Good food." He was quiet for a moment. "Tonks?" he asked, just to see if she was somewhere around.
"She's off fighting the Ministry for you," Draco observed. "She's interesting, that one."
"She's practically the only one who's been listening to me," he replied softly. "I probably wouldn't have even been able to come here if it weren't for her. I owe her."
There were some loud noises and the sound of stomping feet. Minutes later, the door swung open to admit Tonks, Shacklebolt and Mr Weasley.
Shacklebolt glowered at them. Harry, of course, couldn't see it. "What the hell is going on here, Potter?" the large man demanded.
Harry jumped at the voice. "Nothing is," he answered, his arms tightening around Draco again.
The sight of Harry Potter cuddling a maimed, part-wolf Draco Malfoy had Shacklebolt confused as to what to do next, he looked imploringly at Arthur Weasley.
Arthur sighed and regarded Draco warily, then crouched beside Harry. "Harry, will you tell me what is going on here? Tonks says you want to take ... um, Malfoy ... out of Azkaban."
"Yes, we're going to," Harry replied, nodding. "He didn't do anything wrong and you people have already treated him horribly enough."
Mr Weasley looked between the two men and then back up to Shacklebolt. "Remus and Tonks have tried to explain this to us," he said.
Shacklebolt muttered something obscene sounding under his breath. "Draco Malfoy," he said. "Do you recant your testimony to the Ministry given on the incidents involving the abduction, torture and rape of Harry Potter?"
Harry leaned back a bit, waiting for Draco to answer. "I won't leave you," he whispered.
Draco frowned. "More that I have statements to add to it, in that the rape and torture was staged at ... Potter's request and that I did my best to communicate his location to the authorities."
Harry smiled, leaning close again. "Good," he said.
Shacklebolt made a face but continued. "Do you, Harry Potter, corroborate Mr Malfoy's testimony?"
"Yes," Harry replied quickly, closing his eyes and rubbing his cheek against Draco's shoulder again.
Shacklebolt frowned again, or at least frowned deeper at the display. "Auror Tonks and Mr Weasley, are you, as employees of the Ministry of Magic, willing to give witness testimony to these statements?"
Both said, "Yes."
"Harry Potter, are you willing to have Draco Malfoy remanded into your custody until this matter can be reviewed by all necessary parties and decided?" Shaklebolt asked.
Harry smiled, turning a bit and facing Draco's direction. "Yes, I do," he said. He wished he could see the look on Draco's face.
Draco snorted. "It's not a marriage ceremony, Potter," he quipped.
Harry blushed and turned away, burying his face in Draco's neck. "Shut up," he huffed.
"Good. Done. We'll probably all get sacked for this, but let's get the hell out of here!" Shacklebolt bellowed.
"And we want food," Harry said, pulling back. "Not the food here."
"Sure, dinner on me," Shacklebolt sneered. "Anything else, Mr Potter?"
"Pull that stick out of your arse while you're at it," Harry replied.
Tonks burst out laughing.
"Harry?" Mr Weasley asked, sounding shocked.
Draco muttered something about him being a git.
Shacklebolt turned and started giving orders to the guards.
Chapter Title: To Open Prison Doors
Words: 2570 Words
Tonks went to work and had the guards bring clean clothes while she did Cleaning Charms. They ended up having to cut off most of Draco's hair, it was so badly matted and infested. Harry heard her muttering obscenities under her breath when she saw the condition of his body.
Harry turned away from them as they worked, wiping a bit of blood from the cut on his head onto his shirt. He didn't care about the headache he had now, all he cared about was Draco.
"Harry," Tonks said, kneeling beside him again, "I'll bind his hands and feet for safety. Don't get near the claws or teeth, 'kay?"
"Not like I can see them," he muttered.
"I mean, if you touch him," she said quietly. Then she laid Draco out on a blanket she had made the guards bring in and cast the rope spell. "Ready?" she asked Harry.
Harry nodded, sighing.
Tonks released the Stunning Spell and then left the room. On the floor beside him, Draco groaned.
Harry crawled closer, but didn't say anything, waiting for Draco to talk first.
"Why are you still here? Didn't I just try to kill you?" Draco sneered, but he sounded more tired than angry.
"I wanted to talk to you," he said quietly, lying down beside him.
"Don't touch me," Draco snarled.
"I wasn't going to ...."
"So what do you want? I would have never thought the Hero of the Wizarding World would come to this place," Draco sighed.
"Do you love me?" Harry asked suddenly.
"I'm a monster, I can't love anyone. Didn't they tell you that?" he drawled.
"Draco, stop it. I'm asking you a question. Answer me honestly," Harry pleaded.
"Draco is dead," he answered.
Harry didn't answer for a long moment. "Who ... who are you then? And don't say you're a monster," Harry insisted.
"Doesn't leave me many options, does it?" he sighed.
"You're still Draco. Don't you remember?" he asked, shifting closer, but not touching him.
The other man snorted. "Just because I don't have a face anymore doesn't mean I've lost my mind."
"Then you remember that you love me ... and how we made love," he said quietly.
"Did you come here to torment me? Isn't this punishment enough for you?" the prisoner gasped.
"No, I'm sorry this happened to you," Harry explained. "I shouldn't have pushed you back. I should've pulled you closer and then yelled the curse. This would've never happened ...."
"What are you talking about, Potter? I got you close to the Dark Lord, helped you destroy him and then you let them put me in here. You didn't even tell them!" Draco growled.
"I did tell them! I swear I did! But no one would listen to me. They kept me there on potions and I couldn't do anything," he answered quickly. "They thought I was crazy or something, but I wasn't. I just wanted you to be there with me."
All Harry heard for a minute was harsh breathing. "You told them? When?" Draco asked.
"When I woke up. I asked for you so many times and ... they just gave me a potion and I fell asleep ... and they kept doing that ...."
"One of the Ministry people told me you were going to testify against me," Draco said in a near whisper.
"No, never, that's a lie. I wanted to testify for you, Draco ... that's all I wanted," Harry corrected.
"When I woke up, they said that they had all the evidence they needed to have me executed. Did you know what they use instead of the Dementors now? The Cruciatus Curse. They said if I confessed, I would just be put in here. That's before I knew ... what I would turn into ... otherwise, I probably would have had them Crucio me instead."
"Draco, I'm sorry. I'll help you now, I promise. I know there's a way to help you. And I'll be with you the entire time." Harry wanted to touch him, but he had to ask him first. "Can I ... I want to kiss you ...."
"No," Draco growled. "And if you want to help me, kill me."
"No, I don't want you to die, please, I need you." He shook his head, trying to show Draco how serious he was.
"Then get out." Draco sighed.
"Please don't push me away," Harry pleaded.
"You seriously want to touch me?" he hissed. "Then touch my face. Don't kiss me. Use your hand."
Harry reached out and hesitated before he touched his face, gently running his fingers over the skin. The left side of Draco's face was a mass of scar tissue and the eye was missing. He didn't linger there for long as he moved to the other side, which seemed undamaged. Harry sighed. "Does it hurt?"
"You're avoiding it, Potter," Draco accused. "If you can't touch it, then you have no business even talking to me about being in love."
Harry gritted his teeth, running his fingers back over to the damaged area. "I didn't want to touch it because I thought I'd hurt you," he explained.
"So you 'see' now. Not just a monster but a hideously deformed one," Draco sneered. "Go back to your life, hero."
"I'm not going anywhere," Harry smiled, stroking his cheek. "You're stuck with me. Get used to it."
"I don't need your pity or your guilt," Draco snapped. "This isn't a sexy scar. It makes my stomach turn just letting you touch it."
"This isn't pity or guilt. This is my love, Draco," Harry replied gently, cupping his face.
Draco began to tremble. He tried to pull away but the ropes held him tight.
"I love you, I just want you to know that," Harry said simply. "No matter what."
Draco was shaking now, but he didn't say a word. He felt like he would break into a million pieces if he did.
Harry went quiet, too, keeping his hand where it was.
Draco gasped and tried to turn his head away from Harry's hand.
Harry didn't know if Draco wanted him to let go, but he didn't care, he moved closer and pressed his lips against Draco's.
Draco sobbed, held in place by Harry's hand and his own desire. He moaned into the kiss, tears that had already been falling from his remaining eye mingling with their kiss.
Harry carefully wiped at the tears, smiling a bit when he pulled back.
"You c-can't ..." Draco started, but he couldn't finish the thought.
"I love you," Harry said firmly.
"I love you," Draco whispered, almost too soft to be heard, but Harry heard him.
"See, I knew you loved me," he responded.
Draco closed his eye, wanting nothing more than to beg Harry to take him out of there. "Yes," he whispered, "but that won't help."
"Yes, it will. I will make it help," he answered, wrapping his arms around him. "Can I undo the ropes?"
"They're magical," Draco replied. "So unless they let you have your wand in here ...."
"Wandless magic ...." He concentrated on the ropes and then whispered the spell, hoping it worked.
The ropes slid away and vanished. Draco gasped. "Could you have used that ... back then?" he asked.
"Would've made things a hell of a lot easier, right? But I don't think so. I really need to concentrate with it. And the Killing Curse is harder," he replied.
"So why untie me?" Draco asked, sitting up and rubbing his wrists. It felt different to be clean again too. "It's not like I can walk out of here. And there are Anti-Apparation wards around this place."
"I just can't stand the fact that I'm talking to you while you're tied up ...." He shifted closer before he slipped into his lap and rested his head on Draco's shoulder.
For a moment, Draco froze, afraid to touch him. Finally, he curled his claws into his palms and wrapped his arms around him, resting his head against Harry's. Then he sniffed and tensed. "You smell like blood."
"Just a cut, Draco. I'm okay," Harry said.
"Let me see," he said, sniffing and then looking at Harry's head.
Harry turned a bit so Draco could see the cut on the back of his head. "It doesn't hurt much."
Draco gritted his teeth but looked at the cut. "You should get it healed, but it's not too deep." He felt dizzy from the smell.
"I will," Harry said and relaxed against Draco, finally feeling better for the first time since he woke up.
"Did any of the others ... scar?" Draco asked quietly giving voice to something that had worried him even then.
"No. I know you did that on purpose, Draco," he whispered, turning and stroking a hand down his chest. "Thank you."
Draco snorted. "And just how would I do that?" He smiled inwardly. It was odd to be complimented for one's torture technique.
"I don't know how you did, but I wasn't surprised when the mediwizard told me there weren't any. I knew it had to be you," he replied.
"Chose tools that hurt and bled a lot but didn't cut too deep," he answered quietly. "I wanted it to look worse than it was; which was bad enough."
Harry nodded, rubbing his cheek against Draco's shoulder. "You did well. I wish I had seen the look on Voldemort's face," he said.
"I wish I hadn't," Draco said, grimacing. He was not going to tell Harry why Voldemort had put down the wand.
"I don't blame you," he answered, laughing a bit.
"I can't believe we are sitting in Azkaban laughing about this," Draco said.
"I don't care where I am. As long as I'm with you," he whispered.
"Well, you can't stay here. Do you know how many people in here hate you?" he said.
"I don't care. Besides, that's why you're coming with me," Harry insisted.
There was a knock at the door. "Harry?" Tonks called through it.
"Yes?" he answered, snuggling closer to Draco.
She came through the door with her wand drawn and stopped in her tracks. She seemed caught between smiling and frowning. "Harry," she huffed, "you broke your promise."
Harry sighed, perfectly content where he was. "Sorry, Tonks," he said and shrugged.
She snorted, putting her wand to her side. "Tamed the beast, have we?" she asked in a teasing tone.
Draco scowled but rolled his eye. "Hello, cousin," he said.
"I told you he was fine," Harry whispered, closing his eyes.
"So what are we gonna do now, Harry?" she asked.
"Take Draco back with us," he replied.
Tonks stared at them. "Harry, they're not gonna let you take him out of here," she sighed.
"At least start the process of getting him out of here ...." He leaned up and kissed Draco's cheek. "In the meantime, I think I'll stay here."
Tonks opened her mouth to say something.
Draco regarded her with an amused smirk, which looked pretty scary with those pointed teeth.
"I'll go send an owl to Shacklebolt," she said, turning and stalking out of the room.
Harry grinned, hugging Draco tightly. "I thought she would've argued with me!"
"You are a bit scary," Draco observed.
"I am? Oh, whatever, at least she listened," Harry said brightly.
Guards occasionally came to the door and looked in through the iron-grilled window at them. "I think you scared the guards, too," Draco observed, watching them.
***
Several hours passed while they waited and Draco was perfectly content to sit there holding Harry for as long as he could. He nuzzled his hair, enjoying the smell of him. He even relaxed his clawed fingers enough to rest them gently on Harry's clothing.
"I'm hungry, are you?" Harry asked softly.
Draco snorted. He couldn't remember not being hungry any more. "The food isn't that good here," he observed dryly.
"Hmm, I'm sure the guards don't eat the food they serve here," he murmured softly, thinking.
"I wouldn't eat anything those foul arseholes ever touched," Draco said vehemently.
"I'll get you food somehow then. Good food." He was quiet for a moment. "Tonks?" he asked, just to see if she was somewhere around.
"She's off fighting the Ministry for you," Draco observed. "She's interesting, that one."
"She's practically the only one who's been listening to me," he replied softly. "I probably wouldn't have even been able to come here if it weren't for her. I owe her."
There were some loud noises and the sound of stomping feet. Minutes later, the door swung open to admit Tonks, Shacklebolt and Mr Weasley.
Shacklebolt glowered at them. Harry, of course, couldn't see it. "What the hell is going on here, Potter?" the large man demanded.
Harry jumped at the voice. "Nothing is," he answered, his arms tightening around Draco again.
The sight of Harry Potter cuddling a maimed, part-wolf Draco Malfoy had Shacklebolt confused as to what to do next, he looked imploringly at Arthur Weasley.
Arthur sighed and regarded Draco warily, then crouched beside Harry. "Harry, will you tell me what is going on here? Tonks says you want to take ... um, Malfoy ... out of Azkaban."
"Yes, we're going to," Harry replied, nodding. "He didn't do anything wrong and you people have already treated him horribly enough."
Mr Weasley looked between the two men and then back up to Shacklebolt. "Remus and Tonks have tried to explain this to us," he said.
Shacklebolt muttered something obscene sounding under his breath. "Draco Malfoy," he said. "Do you recant your testimony to the Ministry given on the incidents involving the abduction, torture and rape of Harry Potter?"
Harry leaned back a bit, waiting for Draco to answer. "I won't leave you," he whispered.
Draco frowned. "More that I have statements to add to it, in that the rape and torture was staged at ... Potter's request and that I did my best to communicate his location to the authorities."
Harry smiled, leaning close again. "Good," he said.
Shacklebolt made a face but continued. "Do you, Harry Potter, corroborate Mr Malfoy's testimony?"
"Yes," Harry replied quickly, closing his eyes and rubbing his cheek against Draco's shoulder again.
Shacklebolt frowned again, or at least frowned deeper at the display. "Auror Tonks and Mr Weasley, are you, as employees of the Ministry of Magic, willing to give witness testimony to these statements?"
Both said, "Yes."
"Harry Potter, are you willing to have Draco Malfoy remanded into your custody until this matter can be reviewed by all necessary parties and decided?" Shaklebolt asked.
Harry smiled, turning a bit and facing Draco's direction. "Yes, I do," he said. He wished he could see the look on Draco's face.
Draco snorted. "It's not a marriage ceremony, Potter," he quipped.
Harry blushed and turned away, burying his face in Draco's neck. "Shut up," he huffed.
"Good. Done. We'll probably all get sacked for this, but let's get the hell out of here!" Shacklebolt bellowed.
"And we want food," Harry said, pulling back. "Not the food here."
"Sure, dinner on me," Shacklebolt sneered. "Anything else, Mr Potter?"
"Pull that stick out of your arse while you're at it," Harry replied.
Tonks burst out laughing.
"Harry?" Mr Weasley asked, sounding shocked.
Draco muttered something about him being a git.
Shacklebolt turned and started giving orders to the guards.