Looking Back Into the Future by gallifrey-1d-squee

Chapter 1: Promises Unkempt [Harry]

The-Boy-Who-Lived walked unsteadily past the cells, ignoring Draco Malfoy's barrage of insults and accusations. Well, he tried, until one of the accusations struck a chord. "You broke your promise, Potter!" the blonde prisoner called. "You fucking promised you'd keep me out of Azkaban! But, no. Look at me—I'm sitting in here, waiting for the Dementor's Kiss!" Harry stopped his patrolling and turned toward Draco.

"No, you broke the promise. It was your actions that landed you here in the first place!" Harry replied calmly. How dare Draco say it's my fault for him landing in Azkaban! Harry thought angrily. He thought back to the day he made that promise.

*flashback*

"H-harry? I have to tell you something." Draco whispered; staring into Harry's bright, forest green eyes. He held tightly to his boyfriend's hands. The blonde's hands were clammy and quivering.

"Yeah?"

"Please d-don't be mad, b-but Father f-forced me to t-take the M-mark." Draco heard Harry's heart pick up speed and his breathing falter. He held his breath as well, waiting for the explosion. Instead, there was silence; silence, pressing in on him, burning him like fire. "Harry?" he squeaked. Heavy tears pricked his eyes, threatening to spill over.

"It's okay, Dray. That mark means absolutely nothing to me. I'm only worried that you'll get thrown in Azkaban—Know what?" Harry paused, an idea forming in his mind. He cocked his head to the side, a sweet smile on his face. Oh god, I could kiss him right now! Draco thought.

"No, what?" Draco asked.

"From this day forth, I promise that I will keep you out of Azkaban!" Harry slammed a kiss to Draco's lips, sealing that promise. They were so filled with passion that they didn't notice the two first year girls, one Gryffindor and the other Slytherin, staring at them.

"Ew, get a room guys!" They called, giggling.

"Oh-ho, don't worry- we will!" The brunette called back, winking at Draco.

*flashback over*

Harry blinked. Once, twice, thrice, before the tears began to spill silently. "I'm so sorry Draco. I'm so fucking sorry. I lo—"

Draco cut him off. "Don't. Please. Don't." He turned to face the damp cell wall, hiding his own tears. The receding sound of footsteps calmed him slightly.