Draco oversees the Carrows’ detentions in his seventh year.Warnings:
The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.Author’s Notes:
I’m finally writing a favoured rarepair of mine! I couldn’t resist this week’s prompt at neville100
. And I blame the title on my housemate's writing a final essay on John Lennon :)
Amycus dropped his wand. Neville stopped twitching but his ragged breathing seeped relentlessly into Draco’s ears.
“I must see Snape. Draco, you’ll keep an eye on this reprobate, won’t you?”
“Yes sir.” Draco’s voice was barely a breath but Carrow didn’t seem to notice as he bustled out.
Draco dropped to his knees beside Neville and put a hand on his shoulder. Neville groaned and Draco flinched back. “I’m sorry – ”
“Don’t be sorry.
“Just – put your hand back. Body heat helps. And stay with me.”
“It’s all I can do.”
“Then it’ll be enough.” And Draco felt him relax.