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My thoughts have been between two feelings today

contempt

I do not have contempt! So please enjoy this brand new microfic, inspired by this definition of contempt: Open disrespect or willful disobedience of the authority of a court of law or legislative body. 

Draco doesn’t look up when the door to the courtroom bangs open. He doesn’t look up when the murmur of discord turns into shouts for order. He doesn’t even look up when the confident strides of the new arrival come to a halt beside his chair.

It’s the scuffed trainers that draw his eye. He’d know them anywhere. 

“Mr. Potter, if you do not stand down we will be forced to hold you in contempt of the Wizengamot.” 

Draco watches Harry’s eyes spark as he stares down the Chief Warlock. His lips pull back, and Draco would call it a smile if it didn’t chill him to the bone. 

“Please, your honor.”

It isn’t an appeal, Draco knows, Harry’s magic already hot against his skin as it works secretly at the heavy chains.

It’s a warning.