Draco couldn't sleep. He didn't know why; all he knew was that he couldn't. He decided to take a walk around the school, to see if it would help. After several never-ending minutes, Draco realized he was walking towards the Owlery.
When he reached the top, he realized he wasn't alone. At first, he thought it was the Squib or one of the teachers, but he was relieved to see that it was just Potter. Being honest with himself, Draco realized he was more then relieved; he was, in fact, extremely happy to see Harry.
Harry spun away from the window and saw Draco.
"What are you doing here, Malfoy?" He asked him.
"Couldn't sleep." Draco mumbled.
Harry sighed. "Same," he said, looking back out the window. "Being up here always relaxes me."
Why was Harry being so open to him, Draco wondered. "Mind if I join you?" he asked.
Harry shrugged. Draco took that as an invitation.
"What are you looking at?" Draco had been wondering, and now voiced his question.
"The stars," Harry told him. "I feel as if they tell a story, that no one really understands."
The pair were silent as they continued looking at the stars, oblivious to the fact that they were both thinking the same thoughts.
"Hatred is blind," Harry and Draco both thought, realizing their true feelings about the other. "As well as love."
After the first chance meeting in the Owlery, Draco and Harry continued to meet every night. Some days, they would just look at the stars. Other days, they would talk about the first things that came to mind.
On this night, about a month after they began seeing each other, Harry was late. He had been debating whether he should tell Draco the truth, or should he just push his feelings aside. When he had made his decision, he was already an hour late. He grabbed his invisibility cloak and hurried to the Owlery.
Draco was beginning to wonder if Harry was going to show up, or if he had been stood up. He had been pacing for the past half hour. Just as he was contemplating going back to his common room, someone covered his eyes.
"Guess who" the person said.
"Potter, what on Earth do you think you are doing?" Draco said, shocked as to Harry's imitation of a preteen girl.
"Draco," Harry began. "I can't hide it anymore. I can live without the rest of the world knowing, but I can't live without you knowing. Draco Malfoy, son of probably the biggest pureblood prat in the world, I love you."
Draco couldn't believe what he was hearing. He didn't know what to say. On one hand, he loved Harry Potter and would die for him if he had to. On the other, his family had a reputation, and his parents depended on him to maintain it.
Draco had been silent for about 5 minutes, when Harry couldn't take it anymore.
"Draco, please," Harry begged. "Tell me what you're thinking."
"I don't know." Draco said, looking at his feet.
The truth is, Draco didn't know what he was thinking. He was past the point of anything making sense. He would start thinking one thing, and his thoughts would go a different way. Actually, his thoughts always went to the same person: Harry Potter.
"I'm sorry I told you, Draco." said a dejected Harry. "I'll go now."
Just as Harry reached the stairs, Draco knew.
"Potter, wait." he said, walking towards him.
Draco grabbed Harry and kissed him full on the mouth. It felt like he was everywhere and nowhere at the same time. All he knew was his lips on Harry's, and Harry's lips on his.
"I love you too, Scarhead." he told Harry when they finally came apart, feeling a huge weight being lifted from his shoulders. "I love you too."
From that night on, the pair understood the story of the stars: hatred is blind, as well as love.