Title:: Said and Unsaid (or, The Value of Knowing When to Stop Talking)
Summary: When the Interrogator asked if he had anything to say on his own behalf, Draco shook his head, his lips pressed tight in a thin line. There was nothing to say that wouldn’t sound like an excuse.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warnings: Flangsty, eight-year fic with no sex – don’t say you weren’t warned. ;)
Epilogue compliant? Nope!
Word Count: ~15K
Author's Notes: A huge thank you to my amazing beta team, B,M, and S, who went above and beyond, as always. Many thanks to C and T as well. Cassie, I was really excited to write for you. I hope you like this fic. I saw the phrase “post-war healing fic” in your sign-up and got all happy. I tried to fulfill some of your other preferences, too. I hope I succeeded. Also, it was brit-picked but then I played with it. Any atrocious Americanisms are entirely my fault.
Happy holidays to all! :)
( Said and Unsaid (or, The Value of Knowing When to Stop Talking) )