Fly by Night
A/N: I own none of these wonderful characters or places. Thank the beautiful J.K. Rowling. I apologize greatly for making you guys wait so long for Necessity. I have exams coming up and have been studying profusely for them which didn't give me much time to write. Plus I decided that I would post it as I write. Terrible idea, really. I will post the next chapter soon, I promise! Until then, have another short one-shot. Wrote this in math class.
Harry loved late night flying. He loved the adrenaline rush he got while practising new moves. He loved the feeling of the wind in his hair. But he especially loved the freedom he got. It wasn't that he didn't like the attention he got for being "The-Boy-Who-Lived", sometimes it worked to his advantage. But there were some days when he didn't want all the perks and just wanted time to himself. When he was flying late at night, he felt like just another student at Hogwarts.
Harry laughed as he pulled out of a dive inches from the ground. He didn't know what time it was, nor did he care. He was happy. He flew high in the air making sharp turns and flips. Harry had been practising a new move for a few weeks and still hadn't mastered it. He had never attempted it without someone to catch him should he fall. But he knew that there was a time for everything.
He set his jaw in concentration, pulled up on his broom and flew higher and higher until he could only just make out the spectator seats below. Harry bit his lip. Before he could have any second thoughts, he forced himself to push down into a nose dive. The cold wind stung his face, involuntarily shutting his eyes. Harry felt his glasses slide off the bridge of his nose and fall to the ground. He tried to pull out of the dive, but the wind pressure proved too great. He knew he was close to the ground now. But he never hit.
Harry cracked his eyes open. He could make out his broom on the ground about ten feet away. He sighed as his feet hit the soft grass.
"Thanks." He muttered. He picked up his broom and started on a frantic search for his glasses.
"I'm just glad I got here in time." A voice said behind him. "I don't think I would ever be forgiven if I left the Boy Wonder to die."
Harry turned around. He squinted at the blurred figure walking toward him. He closed his eyes as his glasses were carefully slid back into place. The soft hands cupped his cheeks and pulled him forward.
"Don't move." The light voice whispered in his ear.
Harry nodded. A finger reached under his chin and lifted his head. He felt the warm breath ghost across his lips before the gap between them was closed. Harry melted into the soft kiss letting the light touches guide him. Harry pouted when the thin lips pulled back and the velvet hands dropped. His eyes fluttered open.
At first, Harry couldn't see anything. But as his eyes adjusted to the dark, he noticed how the moonlight caught the blond hair. Harry touched his lips. Maybe I had him wrong. He thought. Maybe he is capable of love. Harry lightly placed a hand on the older boy's shoulder.
"The sun is going to be up soon, Potter." The blond mumbled. He slid his arm around Harry's waste and pulled him to his side.
"I know, Malfoy." Harry glanced up at the Slytherin. Malfoy smirked and placed a feather light kiss to the corner of Harry's mouth.