Never been Kissed
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Draco
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,767
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Never been Kissed
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They lead him to the courtroom with no shackles to stumble over, no handcuff binding his wrist and its not as though there is even a need for the two Dementors who escort him in, no, anyone who takes one look at the bowed blond head and the sagging defeated shoulders would know that there is no need, no need at all. All three seem to glide soundlessly into the court, no eyes focusing on anything as they move, not even from the human one that has true eyes because they are glued to the floor and he refuses to look up, afraid he may see, someone, something that will take and break what ever little speck of himself he might have left.
He is only allowed that luxury for an excruciatingly short time though because soon there are other people in the room and he MUST look. No choice as they speak of him and to him, as the condemning voices wash over him and he meets blue, and brown, and black and finally intense green eyes that accuse. I accuse! They SHOUT and some he meets and some he hides from AND SOME HE EVEN LONGS FOR and some make him think the strangest things. So many things he's never done. Ive never been kissed , ive never been kissed, ivenever been kissed, never,never, kisskisskisssss.
Potter is there, was there any doubt? In some corner of his mind he is certain that Potter was there on the day of his birth. kisskisskiss. He hates him even more when he discovers that Potter is actually there to testify for him even as he stares at him through those long eyelashes that flutter in his direction like the ragged edges of his guards robes, just as black and he is sure, just as deadly.
His friends are there, to testify against him of course, and some of them even have the decency to look ashamed of it as they try to seal his fate and Panssy Parkinson actually burst into tears as she condemns him, kisskisskisssss, but her voice is firm and the finger she points at him never wavers as she denounces him before turning her back and walking out the door.
Dumbledore's portrait is there and though he cant bear to look at it, he can't help hearing as it speaks of pressure and choices and forces beyond his control and then it speaks of forgiveness and oh god it burns, it burns in ways that fire put to bone never could and he thrashes in his seat and groans until the headmaster is done.
Then they bring in his mother's portrait and he cant help looking as she begs for her sons life and he bows his head even further at the sight of his proud mother having to beg for anything and next it is his father's portrait and Lucius begs for nothing though he does insist at the top of his lungs that he, his whole family were under imperious the entire time and though it is written clearly on every one of the judge's faces that they don’t believe a word of it they look like they just might say they do under Harry Potter's unforgiving glare and he wonders briefly as they place his father's portrait with his mother's if there were ever very many kisses between them, kisskisskiss. If there were he never saw them to be sure.
And he thinks it is a defense composed almost entirely of pictures and they all spoke a thousand words and he finds himself collapsing into a fit of giggles and then bursting out laughing loudly and every eye in the courtroom is riveted on him and even his otherworldly guardians seem to take a step back.
Their heads are bent together as they whisper his fate and then he is forced to stand.
He is pulled slowly to his feet and takes one last long look around the courtroom before his gaze finally settles on the judges.
He is to be free, with restrictions of course, but free and there are both screams of rage and exultation from those gathered in the court and for just a moment his eyes lock with those of a grinning Harry Potter and he smiles back and presses his fingers to his lips and then blows it to Harry who mimics catching it still grinning like a loon and then he turns silently to the black wraith still motionless beside him and wraps his arms tight around its neck as Draco Malfoy gives himself his very first kiss.
They lead him to the courtroom with no shackles to stumble over, no handcuff binding his wrist and its not as though there is even a need for the two Dementors who escort him in, no, anyone who takes one look at the bowed blond head and the sagging defeated shoulders would know that there is no need, no need at all. All three seem to glide soundlessly into the court, no eyes focusing on anything as they move, not even from the human one that has true eyes because they are glued to the floor and he refuses to look up, afraid he may see, someone, something that will take and break what ever little speck of himself he might have left.
He is only allowed that luxury for an excruciatingly short time though because soon there are other people in the room and he MUST look. No choice as they speak of him and to him, as the condemning voices wash over him and he meets blue, and brown, and black and finally intense green eyes that accuse. I accuse! They SHOUT and some he meets and some he hides from AND SOME HE EVEN LONGS FOR and some make him think the strangest things. So many things he's never done. Ive never been kissed , ive never been kissed, ivenever been kissed, never,never, kisskisskisssss.
Potter is there, was there any doubt? In some corner of his mind he is certain that Potter was there on the day of his birth. kisskisskiss. He hates him even more when he discovers that Potter is actually there to testify for him even as he stares at him through those long eyelashes that flutter in his direction like the ragged edges of his guards robes, just as black and he is sure, just as deadly.
His friends are there, to testify against him of course, and some of them even have the decency to look ashamed of it as they try to seal his fate and Panssy Parkinson actually burst into tears as she condemns him, kisskisskisssss, but her voice is firm and the finger she points at him never wavers as she denounces him before turning her back and walking out the door.
Dumbledore's portrait is there and though he cant bear to look at it, he can't help hearing as it speaks of pressure and choices and forces beyond his control and then it speaks of forgiveness and oh god it burns, it burns in ways that fire put to bone never could and he thrashes in his seat and groans until the headmaster is done.
Then they bring in his mother's portrait and he cant help looking as she begs for her sons life and he bows his head even further at the sight of his proud mother having to beg for anything and next it is his father's portrait and Lucius begs for nothing though he does insist at the top of his lungs that he, his whole family were under imperious the entire time and though it is written clearly on every one of the judge's faces that they don’t believe a word of it they look like they just might say they do under Harry Potter's unforgiving glare and he wonders briefly as they place his father's portrait with his mother's if there were ever very many kisses between them, kisskisskiss. If there were he never saw them to be sure.
And he thinks it is a defense composed almost entirely of pictures and they all spoke a thousand words and he finds himself collapsing into a fit of giggles and then bursting out laughing loudly and every eye in the courtroom is riveted on him and even his otherworldly guardians seem to take a step back.
Their heads are bent together as they whisper his fate and then he is forced to stand.
He is pulled slowly to his feet and takes one last long look around the courtroom before his gaze finally settles on the judges.
He is to be free, with restrictions of course, but free and there are both screams of rage and exultation from those gathered in the court and for just a moment his eyes lock with those of a grinning Harry Potter and he smiles back and presses his fingers to his lips and then blows it to Harry who mimics catching it still grinning like a loon and then he turns silently to the black wraith still motionless beside him and wraps his arms tight around its neck as Draco Malfoy gives himself his very first kiss.