Fandom: Harry Potter
Character/Pairing: Narcissa, Draco, Harry
Challenge/Prompt: A to Z Challenge: J
Word Count: 243
Summary: Draco and Narcissa await their fate.
Draco stared at his hands, ignoring the comforting hand of his mother on his arm. His eyes shifted to the left, and he took in a figure in a bright orange raincoat, mentally cringing at it. He didn't have it in him to verbally let everyone know how atrocious the thing was, not when he was getting ready to face time in Azkaban.
He looked at the Malfoy family lawyer and despite everything, he seemed completely composed. Why should he care, though? After all, he wasn't paid on commission. No matter what happened to Draco and Narcissa, he got his money.
The doors to the court room dramatically swung open and as Draco looked up, his mouth dropped open, and he swore he could hear music swell as Harry Potter matched down the aisle. Witches swooned at him, but he ignored them, his iridescent eyes focused on the Wizengamot.
"I'm here to speak on the behalf of Narcissa and Draco Malfoy," he stated clearly.
Draco leaned over and he whispered into his mother's ear, "Is this a joke?"
Narcissa patted his arm, cool blue eyes watching the proceedings interestingly.
And somehow, with Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived's appearance, Draco knew both he and his mother would be okay. Somehow, he knew they would escape the threat of Azkaban.
Because who could deny the savior of the wizarding world what he wanted? Even if what he wanted was Draco and Narcissa Malfoy to be free?