Harry and Draco sat silently. They did not want to break the fragile silence that hung between them. Harry couldn't stand it and felt compelled to do something, so he grabbed Draco's hand which was resting on the table. He held and did not let go for the time they sat. Hours passed, the sun set, yet still they sat with their hands pressed together communicating what they longed to say aloud, but could not say. They loved each other, this much was true, but the forces of societal nature kept them apart. It was only rare moments such as this, where the lovers can have a semblance of being together. Almost inaudibly, Harry sighed softly, breaking the immobile silence surrounding him and Draco. The night was deep now, and he knew he should return home. Draco sensed the changed mood and squeezed Harry's hand ever so slightly. It was their kiss good-bye until they met again. A simultaneous pop resonated through the now empty mansion. The silence returned with an empty heart.