Draco had expected that they would be taken to some kind of box in the courtroom - elevated above the viewing gallery perhaps, for all to see. This was not the case, however. Instead, they took seats in the oval gallery with the rest of the crowd, the only difference being that their seats had been reserved for them. Maybe Mother was right, he thought, this didn’t exactly scream that they were about to be put in chains and dragged away. Narcissa squeezed his hand reassuringly and gave him a small smile, before looking around the room with interest (though Draco knew it was only to mask her own nerves). Draco saw when she made eye contact with someone and offered them a respectful nod. Draco followed her gaze and found himself looking at none-other than Harry Potter. A thrill of adrenalin shot through his chest at the sight of the boy-who-lived.