Erase and Rewrite (Dramione)

Yearn and Vindicate

Kingsley Shacklebolt looks overworked when he stands in the minister's office,
looking at Harry and her with brows furrowed.

"The rules are strict for a reason."

"Yes, I understand, but this is different! I would not be alive without the Malfoys! And Voldemort would have won! You can't possibly say that earns them a place in Azkaban, can you?" Harry sounds so sure and determined, she hopes it's enough.

"Draco Malfoy wears the mark in his hand and Mrs. Malfoy has already confessed housing the Dark Lord in their manor most of last year. There's no way we can go around the facts!"

"But their good deeds must count as something!"

"It's up to Wizengamot to decide."

She opens her mouth to say something,
but Harry doesn't let her.

"Yes, we can agree to that! All I'm asking is five minutes, sir! To make sure he was genuine in his actions!"

Silence falls.
She crosses her fingers behind her back.
Please, let me see him,
she begs in her mind.

please,
please,
please!

"I'm going to get in trouble for this! But we owe everything to you, Mr. Potter. Five minutes, no more!"

Draco!
That's all she can think of as Kingsley escorts them through strict security measures.

The cold damp air hits her face as they land in the prison.
And It's so much worse she could have ever imagined.

It doesn't even need the Dementors,
the place is horror just by itself.

The prisoners yell at them as they walk down the corridors.
Taunt them with words and threats.
Chills run down her spine.

She tries to block them out,
tries not to listen.

I'll get to see him,
she tries to fill her mind with that thought only.
But fails miserably.

The visiting room is as chilly and hollow as the rest of this place.
There are two seats for her and Harry,
and an invisible wall to separate the visitors from prisoners.

He shouldn't be here!
He's not a criminal!
He should be celebrated, like Harry...

The door at the other end of the room opens.
She jumps up.
The sight of him freezes her heart.

His head is lowered and his dirty hair hangs on his face.
There are marks in his face.
And the sleeves are rolled to present the mark burned to his skin.
He looks broken.

"Draco..." She whispers and puts her palm against the invisible barrier.

Oh, how much she wants to hold him.
How much she's ready to give up  just to get a chance to comfort him,
to feel him against her.

He still hasn't looked up,
still doesn't know she's here...

"Sit down!" The guard orders her as the other pushes Draco to his chair.

"Only talking! Five minutes!"

The angry looking man swings his wand.
And then there's a talking connection between the two sides of the wall.

"Draco?" She says soft.
Leaning closer in her chair, 
willing to be as close as she can.

The moment he hears her his head snaps up.
And the look that spreads to his face,
breaks her heart.

Because all she want's to do is to put her arms around him,
and she can't!

But the moment his eyes meet hers,
she can't hold herself back.