This is my first fanfic. So I apologize for any faults. Its a pretty short one-shot. But I hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not, unfortunately, own any of these characters.
She lied down on the grass, interlocking her hands behind her head, and stared at the star strewn sky above her. They shone bright in their constellations scattered across the never ending darkness.
She could make out every constellation. It seemed as if they stood out against the other twinkling orbs of light. She could make out the swan shaped constellation - which she knew as Cygnus, the starry eagle soaring through the sky - Aquila, the bear constellations - Ursa Major and Minor. They were all there, as well as countless others, and she just soaked in their presence. She had never seen the stars before, besides that one constellation. Then her eyes caught on one constellation. And to her, it shone brighter than any of the others. Its name; Draco.
Its stars just seemed to shine upon her. Like it was calling her out, trying to drag her towards it. But they were just stars. These stars, however, appeared to be like her North Star. Just recognisable and always there when she needed it.
Draco would just guide her home, back to where she called home. Wherever she called home, because home is where the heart is. Or it would just simply guide her; in nowhere in particular. But she knew to trust the stars. After all they were always there, so she would never have to be lost again. How many times had she found herself lost? They were countless. But Draco could help her. Draco would bring her back to where she belonged, wherever that was. Because like the North Star, Draco was her compass.
She had never been dependant, at all. But Draco had seemed to change that. She could trust the stars to help her. Because Draco guided her in her darkest moments, but when she wasn't in need of saving, when she was safe, she was at her brightest moments, yet she still knew Draco was there. Just behind the light, and into the darkness. With the rest of the stars. Yet they seemed darker. They were darker, Draco easily stood out. Draco was the light at the end of the tunnel.
All she wanted to do was pull Draco out of the dark, and into the light. Draco meant never getting lost again. Never losing her way. But no, Draco was a star. And stars shine brighter in the dark. Not in the light, where they seem out of place, where their light is subdued, but the dark where they supposedly belong.
Everyone needs their own Draco, she thinks, but there's only one Draco.
No, there are two Draco's, Hermione corrected, and they both belong to me, and she rolled to her side to see her star gazing up into the endless night besides her. No, he is stars, because he's much more than just one, she knows, because he shines brighter than them all. Because he's my Draco; my Draco Malfoy. And he's my compass, he guides me. He guides me from the suffocating darkness, and he leads me out of the dark. Into his arms, what I call home.
(After all, home is where the heart is. And her heart, is forever his, and his heart, is forever hers)
That's it. It's short, as I said, because I'm no good at long ones. I hoped you enjoyed it. Please review.