Gods, she was beautiful. The way her brilliant strawberry locks shone in the moonlight almost drove him mad. How he wanted to run his fingers through the wavy strands and feel them caress his skin. But that wouldn't be right, now would it? It'd scare her off before he even had a chance to make his move. So for now, he would settle for watching her dance in circles around the park while the newly fallen leaves swirled around her feet and the wind played the softest music through the trees.
Suddenly she stopped spinning and looked at him with wide golden-brown eyes he had come to adore, and gasped, "Malfoy, do you know what is so special about tonight?"
He shook his head. "Draco, tonight's the harvest moon! When the moon comes up you simply must make a wish with me!"
Several minutes later as the moon was creeping up over the horizon, Draco turned to her and saw a reverent angel with her face pointed to the sky, her eyes closed, murmuring under her breath.
"Make a wish Draco!" she whispered.
Instead he pulled her to his chest and breathed, "There's no need." And then he kissed her.