Testify, Confess Your Sins

Draco faced the Wizengamot and he felt... nothing. He knew there was no hope: no one was coming, no one would save him, and no one would even care that he'd been executed. He was at peace with his fate. Or, at least, he was until a very familiar head of messy black hair strode into the courtroom. HPDM, Drarry, Angsty-ish h/c potential two shot