Your Eyes Are Green

Draco covered his face with his hands as they awaited their future. Narcissa sat next to him in a room as the wizard jury went to trial. Her hand was squeezing Draco’s forearm as his leg bounced up and down. The room was private for the Malfoy family, but it didn’t help, they felt watched. Draco’s anxiety spiked and his father’s pacing wasn’t helping.

“Father, please.” Draco said, “Can you stop?” 

He rather sits in his thoughts and thinks about the trail. It took days, long hours of answering questions and hearing what others had to say. Draco by no means wasn’t the best person, but he feels like he’s gotten better. It helped that Hermione was there to stop him from fully going over when Voldemort called him. Also giving him his wand. Saving himself and possibly his relationship with Harry.

Lucius stopped, staring at his son. He knew for sure he, himself, was going to Azkaban. His family might be saved, with Draco being the soulmate of the boy who lived, he has a better chance at surviving and not being sent to prison for the rest of his life. Narcissa would also be saved, he knows that. His family deserves that freedom and a chance to get their life going from a different perspective. Lucius no longer had that luxury from all the decisions he made up until now.

“Everything will be fine.” Lucius finally muttered, sitting down and thinking back to the trial as well. 

Harry answered everything honestly, he never strayed from the ministry. Didn’t even look at Draco the entire time he was being questioned, he was confident and held so much emotion towards Draco’s innocence. There wasn’t a detail Harry left hidden, but he also painted him in such a light that the Ministry had no choice but to consider that Draco was just forced into it. That Lucius’ choice reflected their entire family and ruined the image into something that could’ve been great.

It was something that Lucius never thought to see coming. He spent his entire life trying to help Voldemort take down this child and his soulmates with his son. He’s helping his son get out of a lifetime of Azkaban, and it’s not a pleasant place to be. 

The door finally creaked open and the three snapped their heads in sync to the door. It was the head of the trial, the judge, the Ministry power. He was tall, held himself broad and strong. They could read no emotion from him, and it only made them anxious.

“Your presence is requested. It’s time to decide fate.” He left without a word. 

Draco took a deep breath, squeezing Narcissa’s arm before following his father out the door. Narcissa was behind the two, hands clasped in front of her, and she held herself higher than the two men, confident and sure they would be okay. Of course, it was an act as all three were deeply afraid of what was to come, but they wouldn’t dare show it. 

They took their seats at the table; Draco took a glance around. Breathe hitching at seeing Harry in the front row, fingers clenched around the wood to keep him from entering the actual court area. He worked hard to get them their innocence, to get them their freedom and now was about to be the time to know if it worked. If it wasn’t all in vain, and it shouldn’t. Draco gave him the wand; he helped Harry defeat Voldemort and the grief and remorse and guilt he’s been feeling throughout the years because of what he was forced to do was also mentioned. Draco may have never shown it or spoke about it, but Harry was his soulmate, and he could feel it. He couldn’t stand the thought of losing Draco forever when it felt so good to be so close to him after so long.

Draco’s hands were clasped on the table, this was his way of showing he was okay and fine. He looked away from Harry and towards the judge who was staring at them all critically. Draco could feel sweat trail down the side of his jawline, but if he made a movement to wipe it away, it'd draw attention to it, and everyone would know he’s nervous and scared. 

“Will the Malfoy’s rise for the verdict.” 

Draco hesitated for a moment before putting his hands on the table and using that as a way to push himself up. His legs felt weak; he could collapse at any moment. Lucius put a hand on his shoulder and Narcissa put a hand to his back. If anything, they would help get Draco away from this if it turned bad. If he was wanted, so be it, as long as he wasn’t in Azkaban like they could be in. 

“Draco Malfoy,” Draco tensed at his name, fingers flexing at his sides and he tried to stay composed. “From evidence and eyewitnesses, you have been proven innocent.” 

Draco fell back into his seat with such relief. Head dipped down and arms on the table as if to shield himself from all the eyes watching him lose his composure. Hair flowing through the invisible wind as he felt like sobbing and never getting up. Narcissa grabbed her son’s arm, and her other hand rubbed soothing circles on his back. 

“Mr. Malfoy, I ask that you get up.”

“Give him a moment.” Narcissa said, squeezing Draco reassuringly. “He’s just a boy.” 

“That’s unprofessional.” 

“She said give him a moment.” Lucius said, titling his head up as if looking down at them. 

 “Draco.” Narcissa whispered, a bit worried.

“I’m okay.” Draco whispered, “I’m okay.” He said more firmly, filled with such relief as he slowly stood back up alongside his parents. He was still worried and fearful for his parents, but he was so grateful he would be walking free.

“Narcissa Malfoy,” Draco grabbed his mother’s hand, squeezing it tightly. “Innocent.” Both connected their foreheads in relief, two down, one more to go. “Lucius Malfoy… guilty on all charges. Putting your family through that and willingly working for Voldemort.” 

“What?” Narcissa said as they began to take the older man away.

“You can’t do that!” Draco said, reaching out, but Narcissa grabbed his hand. “Let me go, mother.”

“Draco, dear, stop.” She said soothingly.

“No! He should be innocent with us! It’s not fair!”

“Draco…” Harry whispered, and Draco snapped his gaze up. He was the only one to hear his name, must be a soulmate thing. “Please.” He whispered again, biting his lower lip and looking at Draco with fear that he’d lose his innocence if he kept going. 

Draco looked away from the look, clutching the button up shirt just over his heart before looking at Lucius. “Father-”

Lucius put his hand up to cut Draco off. He looked at his son, giving a nod of approval before disappearing behind the doors. Narcissa didn’t feel as strong as before as she sat down, squeezing his hand so tightly it could break. She doesn’t know what she’s going to do without her husband, but she’ll have to be strong and grieve later, if only for Draco.

Draco found himself looking around, searching for Harry’s eyes. Anything to make himself feel better and have something to hold onto. It would’ve felt so normal, something that would strike him deep in his heart and give back some semblance of warmth. Instead, he saw guilt and sorrow in Harry’s eyes and that twisted the knife further. 

Harry vouched for Draco and Narcissa. Draco gave him his wand; he was so scared to die, and he didn’t kill Dumbledore. He was just forced into being a Death Eater and once Harry got over his shock and pain, he could see it clearly. Narcissa said he was dead when he wasn’t, he wouldn’t have survived without the two of them. But he couldn’t vouch for Lucius, he was vile, and he wanted Harry dead most years.

Draco took a shaky breath, looking away as Harry reached out for him. 

He helped his mother up, kissing the side of her temple and leading her out. Narcissa just lost her husband, she needed him now more than anything. They needed to get away from all the suffocation, the eyes now following them. The Malfoy family was now hated, more than ever. Draco wanted to make sure they got away somewhere private, that way they could grieve and just process everything alone and in peace. Even if they may never get that peace again. 

Draco gripped his mother’s arm as they left the building. Flashes of cameras blinded them, felt like muggle paparazzi getting in their faces, asking questions and shouting accusations at them. They even tried to grab them to get them to stay, Draco wanted to disappear forever and wallow in his swirling mind. 

“How did you two be free?” 
“Do you think you guys should be walking free and innocent?”
“How do you feel about Lucius Malfoy taking the fall for your terrible family?”

And the words kept going, the harsh statements were gut wrenching. Narcissa could start sobbing at any moment from this pressure and hateful words. Draco’s lips trembled, but he took a deep and shaky breath before holding his head high. They may have a name that people will want destroyed, and Draco may have to work hard to get them back on the right track, but he will never forget what he was taught. What his father taught him.

“Come on, mother.” Draco whispered, finding it best to just leave without saying anything to them.

He waved down a flying cab. Opening the door for his mother and ushering her in quickly as they were followed. He couldn’t even hear his thoughts, they were loud and pounding against the front of his skull, but all he could hear was the stupid paparazzi. 

“Draco!”

Harry’s voice washed over him, that was the only thing he could hear in the loud crowd. Yet, he got in the cab, closing the door and looking away from the window. Harry was right there, fingers twitching as he needed to get to Draco. It was all over and Draco was just leaving him. The cab drove off before Harry could actually reach the door, Hermione grabbed his elbow shaking her head.

“I need to go after him.” Harry said. He could feel himself starting to freak out over this. 

“He needs time, Harry.” Hermione pulled him in for a hug, “Let him have his time.”

Harry pulled from the hug and just stared. “You don’t get it. You’re with your soulmate every day.”

The pain that was constantly lingering in the background. Harry could feel what Draco was feeling, but he couldn't at the same time. He was losing his mind being apart from Draco constantly, ever since he was able to see color it was like the rest of his senses opened up. He couldn’t even fathom being apart from Draco any longer than he already had, he should be with his soulmate in his time of need. He should be the soulmate Draco needs and deserves, and he’s gone.

“Harry…” Ron said, squeezing his shoulder.

Harry shrugged him off, he shook his head and stepped back. “I can feel him. Constantly and it hurts knowing I’m not there with him. When he’s close I feel better, but when he was holding onto me from that fire, it was such a relief. You don’t get it. I’m going after him now. It doesn’t matter how long it’ll take; I’ll be there for him.” 

With that, Harry practically stormed off. When he was noticed, they began taking pictures of him and trying to get him to talk. The Boy Who Lived, coming to the aid of the Malfoy Family. They were very shocked and needed to know, they needed the business, but Harry gave them nothing. He just wanted his soulmate, he just wanted Draco. He will find him; he’ll go after him and finally start the life they should’ve had the moment they found out they were soulmates.

Before it was taken away from them. The two never got their chance, but now they will. 

~~

“You are a hard person to find.” Harry said from behind the man. 

It shouldn’t have taken Harry two years to find Draco. First thing he did was check the empty Malfoy mansion, he was trying to see if he could find any clues on where the two (Narcissa and Draco) could’ve gone but didn’t. 

He ranked up in status so he could find them, mainly Draco with the resources he was provided. Did those help? No, absolutely not. He had to rely on the feeling in his heart, the ache he felt from the loneliness, and it helped. He could feel Draco and it grew stronger when he got closer and closer to Draco.

Draco felt his lips curl automatically into a smile. He'd been feeling very warm throughout these past couple of days. Now he was sure of why. He slowly turned to face Harry and both held their breath. Harry’s hair was a little longer, neat and shaggy all at the same time. Green eyes were still so captivating, and he was just so breathtaking. He looked stronger, but still shorter. Draco’s hair was a very platinum blonde, the sun quite literally sparkled off of it. His eyes are more grey than blue now and he looked lean, but he had some good muscle on him. 

“God, you are beautiful.” Harry whispered.

Draco felt his cheeks burn, he cleared his throat and smiled. “You know we still live in Malfoy Manor, right?”

Harry’s nose scrunched, “I did not.”

That was the first place he went to and there was no one. Of course, he assumed that was it, that they no longer live there. Harry started walking closer and Draco tensed, stepping back and letting the railing catch his body weight. Harry stopped walking and frowned at Draco. Draco crossed his arms and looked out to nature, the gentle breeze and soft smell of the salt ocean surrounded them. Surrounded Draco in a comforting way. 

“Draco-”

“Why are you here, Potter?”

Harry took a deep breath, nose twitchy and lungs shaky. It’s been years and all Harry did was search for Draco. And here he was, questioning the man like they were enemies and not soulmates. It then dawned on Harry; mouth parted in realization. They had been enemies their entire life, no wonder Draco was trying to hide away. Harry was good and Draco was evil or at least forced into evil. It was a complicated past and a more complicated future. But now it’s time to talk about it and get on track. Harry hasn’t been the same since Draco has left, and neither has Draco. Their souls were intertwined, and it was painful to be away from each other. 

This time, it was Draco forcing it. 

“I came here for you, and you know it, Draco.” Harry said it so simply, like nothing else mattered. That their past was just that, the past. But it wasn’t.

It was more than that. Draco’s family was now hated in the Wizard World. He’d taint the great Harry Potter’s name if he involved himself in it, which was why he can’t get closer. They were soulmates, but maybe they weren’t meant to be. Some soulmates never work out, anyways. Draco envied the ones that could love each other openly without any consequences.

“You know we don’t work.” Draco turned back to nature. 

Harry walked closer, pace short and footsteps small. Hand almost reached out to him, like years before, but held back. Now wasn’t the time for that, just yet.

“You haven’t even given us a chance.” Harry countered.

Draco was quiet for a moment, shoulders slumping and legs bending. He was now putting his full body weight on the railing of the concrete slab. He didn’t look like a Malfoy in this stance, well, he hadn’t felt like a Malfoy in so long, anyways. 

“I used to dream of what my soulmate would be like.” Draco finally said. “Tall or short. What colored eyes. Skin tone. Gender. Were they kind? Loved? Poor? Rich? There was always something new popping in my head and I couldn’t help but wonder when I’d finally know. Then I got older, and The Dark Lord came back, and I knew I would never deserve whoever my soulmate was. Then you punched me, and it made sense. I was always drawn to you, and I wanted to know and have your attention but never got it. I was relieved to know who my soulmate was, but I also wanted to laugh and rip my hair out. Of course, I would get the face of good, when I’m a Malfoy.” 

Harry drew closer until he was finally standing next to Draco. Draco looked a bit tired now up close, but he was still breathtaking. Harry smiled at the sight, he couldn’t help it, this was a serious time, and he shouldn’t be smiling like everything is okay. 

“I was blinded.” Harry said, “I didn’t know what to feel when you were my soulmate, but what I feel now matters.” He put his hand over Draco’s hand and the former Slytherin finally made eye contact with Harry. “I can’t stop thinking of you and wanting to be near you. It took me forever to find you, but I would’ve kept looking until my dying breath. Being near you now feels so right, it’s like a dream I never want to wake up from. These years have been tough and lonely without you, Draco.” Harry thought there should be more spoken, but he could find no other words.

Draco sighed out, posture relaxing underneath his touch and words. Skin was soft and it felt perfect on him, they were soulmates for a reason. Even though at some point they both denied it for different reasons, they would always be meant for each other. 

Draco was hesitant, not really wanting to let his walls crumble. He tried so hard to build them, even his mother had a hard time talking to him most days. He intertwined their fingers together, a firm and gentle grasp. He looked down at their hands then back at Harry. Harry’s breath hitched and his heart started beating erratically with the tender look Draco was giving him. Even his hand felt tingly.  

Draco brought his other hand up to cup Harry’s cheek, thumb stroking over the cheek bone flexing out. It was tender, the gesture. Silence overcame them, but it was comfortable and needed. Words didn’t need to be spoken anymore, they could just feel the other. Mentally. Physically. Emotionally. The hand on Harry’s cheek moved up to cradle the back of Harry’s head, his fingers curling into his messy brown locks. Harry let Draco’s hand go and wrapped both arms around Draco’s neck and shoulders. Draco took the let go hand and wrapped it around Harry’s waist. Harry tilted his head up and Draco met him in the middle as they kissed, finally.

Everything seemed to melt away as they kissed, time slowed, and it was only them. Their lips fit perfectly between the other, it was just a pure kiss. Something to finally bind them together after all these years. Their first kiss was electrifying and magnificent. There was more for them in the future, but now they were focusing on the now. Draco’s lips were soft and delicate, tasted like the grace he was brought up upon. Harry’s lips only slightly chapped, a little clumsy, but they tasted like every hardship he’s been through and gathered his freedom. This was what Draco dreamed of.

When they finally pulled away, they kept their noses nudged together and Draco opened to look into Harry’s eyes. The green held such a bright shine that it made Draco weak in the knees. He cleared his throat, putting some space between them, but still kept his arms around Harry.

“Why did you stand up for my mother and I at the court all those years ago?” Draco asked.

“Because you’re my soulmate, and you’re good. I would’ve testified even if we weren’t.” Harry’s fingers curled around Draco’s shoulders. “You deserve another chance, and so did your mother.”

Without Narcissa he wouldn’t be alive, and he wouldn’t have a soulmate. She was a mother who loved her son and that was passed onto him. This was needed and Draco needed to know. Everything was going to be okay now. Even if Draco didn’t have his father around, and even if he couldn’t visit.

Past Draco would’ve snapped, would’ve said his father deserved to be found innocent too. But that was no longer the case. He and his mother may be alone together now, but it gave them time to reflect and think. Lucius was not a good man, despite attempting to get better and save his family, albeit in a selfish way, Lucius still aided Voldemort. Destroying their lives and family name. He may miss his father greatly and still resent the court for pleading him guilty, but that was the price to pay that everyone has to live with now. 

“You’re an Auror now, right?” Draco asked. 

Harry raised a brow, “Yeah… how’d you know?”

“I’ve kept tabs. We’re supposed to be in each other’s life for as long as we can, I needed to know what was going on in your life.” Draco shrugged.

“And I couldn’t find you?” Harry gasped out softly, feeling embarrassment creep up.

Draco smirked, “Well I’ve always been better, Harry ‘perfect’ Potter.” 

Harry slapped Draco’s chest and Draco chuckled. Lips curled in a soft smile and his eyes dropped only slightly. He had a reason for bringing up Harry’s job, but of course Harry has to go off topic from Draco’s planned conversation in his head. 

“You have access to Azkaban records and all that, right?” Draco doesn’t know much about Auror’s any more than he knows what his future is.

“Yeah. Well, I have access to everything, being famous and all.” 

“How’s…” Draco took a deep breath, “How’s my father?” 

Harry went quiet, he glanced away from Draco and his body was tense. That was all Draco needed, he slumped against Harry and Harry held onto him. “He’s alive.” Harry murmured, that was all he could say.

“Thank you.” Was all Draco said, standing straight up, “That’s all I needed to know.” 

He guided Harry in front of him, this time he didn’t feel like talking anymore or knowing anymore. Harry sighed and just relaxed into Draco’s chest and body, hands grasping over the arms that were wrapped around his waist. Draco put his chin on top of his shoulder, closing his eyes and enjoying the breeze with someone he cared about deeply instead of alone. They had the rest of their time to talk and grow, but for now, they kept it simple.