So, here's my first drabble for the 20 Drabbles, 20 Prompts competition. XD I had 700 words and I only used 300. Oh well, I like it :3
It was a cool night. The stars shined brightly, the moon was full, and a slight breeze ruffled the leaves in the garden.
Draco was leaning forward, hands on the railing of the balcony, staring at the moon. Memories flashed in front of his eyes. A Dark Mark, a flash of green, a potions master, an old headmaster plummeting off a tower.
Arms wrapped around his waist and a face was buried into his neck. The faint smell of old paper wafted slowly up to his nose. Draco closed his eyes, letting the sweet, familiar smell of his love tickle his senses.
"Draco, come to bed. It's chilly out here," Hermione whispered lovingly into his neck.
"I can't sleep. It keeps running through my mind. Like a movie set to loop on the worst part. The night he died. The night he was murdered," Draco replied, opening his eyes again.
Hermione didn't respond, just squeezed him around the middle a little harder, trying to convey all the emotion she couldn't vocalize.
The faintest shadow of a smile came to Draco's face. He stood up straight, placing his hands over Hermione's.
"The moon has always been a great comfort to me. Whenever things got to be too much and everything seemed crazy, it was always there for me. Since the war though, the things I was forced to do, under the gaze of the moon, I just…" Draco trailed off, as he had no way to explain his thoughts.
Hermione didn't need an explanation. She silently slid her arms away, grabbed his hands, and gently led him back inside. Draco took one last glance at the moon before Hermione closed the blinds. And that's when he realized. He didn't need the moon anymore. He had an angel with him. His Hermione.