for @drarrymicrofic's prompt lacklustre | 139 words
Draco's breath was shaky and heavy, the pressure of the hard grip on his shoulders weighing him down, anchoring him and keeping him planted in front of the other boy.
The shrill voice of his aunt was muffled, he wasn't paying attention — no, he couldn't, not with the boy in front of him.
The boy with the dark sweat-damp hair, dirty muddied clothes, a raw lightning scar, and a swollen face.
Draco could recognize those eyes anywhere. Even the slightest peek; his mind travels back to the reflection of the same eyes in the girl's lavatory in sixth year.
But, when Draco saw those bright eyes, dimmed and lacklustre, he hesitated. For the first time, he hesitated.
Not because he couldn't recognize him, never. But because, for the first time in this war, he felt his hope waver.