Summary: In the depth of nights, two unlikely partners meet... and things just... happen.
Author's Note: Please know this is a slash, so if this offends you, do not read. If you enjoy a change then I welcome you to read and enjoy. This chapter will not be Mature, but the rest of the chapters will be. Thanks for reading, please review when you finish. Beneath the Shadows
The dark haired boy drummed his fingers upon the oak of the railing beneath his hands, his jet green eyes peered down below, he could see nothing but staircases, all made out of the same oak. He let his gaze consume his surroundings, paintings covered the stone walls; a woman with pale skin and yellow eyes and another woman with curly graying hair were whispering back and forth occasionally taking a glance in his direction, sometimes accompanied with a point or a nudge. He ignored them and turned his attention towards the flickering of the flamed torches that lined the walls, casting ghastly shadows upon the cold floors and objects around them. A breeze came suddenly, sending chills from the tips of his toes to the ends of his hair; a ghost no doubt. They had a tendency to whisk about transparently, leaving the cold chills of wind behind.
The clocks chimed eleven; he sighed, taking off his glasses and folding them before sitting them in his cloak pocket, he was growing impatient. Seconds past into minutes and yet he waited, the drumming from his fingertips against the wood breaking the silence that would have otherwise been consuming.
Ten minutes had passed before the rustle of a cloak was heard, his thoughts disturbed. He diseased the movement in his fingers, allowing himself to listen to the near silent steps which were nearing him with ever moment.
He gasped suddenly as a figure came into view, covered in darkness and hidden by shadows. The figure slowly stepped into light, showing his pale self, blonde hair partly covering his face, his silver eyes peeking from behind his bangs. He smiled, which was greeted with a smirk by the boy.
"Malfoy," he says.
"Potter," the blonde replies with a sneer.
A moment grasps them before Potter grabs Malfoy's cloak, dragging him nearer. "Feisty," Malfoy smirks towards this act.
Before any remarks could be shot back the two dived in to a passionate battle of the tongues, each fighting for control. The blonde shoves his partner up against the stone cold wall, not separating all the wile. He is granted with a low groan and a hand whose fingers dug into the flesh beneath his cloak. Malfoy groaned in response to this act.
Potter broke away momentarily, "should we retire to the room of requirement?" he said between the feverish locking of lips, breathing heavily.
Malfoy smirks, "most certainly Potter." The dark haired boy's hands still beneath the cover of his partner's cloak as were the blonde's. With one last heated kiss they joined hands, sprinting towards their destination.
A/N: Alright, first chapter finished, please review if you would like to see another chapter. Thank you for reading, I hoped you enjoyed it but if not let me know why! Thanks!