The blue moon cascaded down gently, bellowing out and onto the subtle curves of the crisp but tainted sheets. Sparks of brilliance illuminated the night sky and sent the beams brighter through the window; the only thing sending the entire picture askew were the curtains. The only thing blocking the brilliance. But the beauty pushed through and eventually prevailed, running its fingers lightly across pale, exposed skin; following the path tan fingertips just made.

A set of grey eyes reflected the beauty perfectly as they traced over the opposite emerald pair set upward. The cigarette hung from the pink petal lips, hardened by repetitive licking but sweetened by the previous activity they partook in.

"What?" The man whispered, his green jewels turned to look back at the other. Dark, wispy hair moved along with his head as he turned in question.

A shrug was his answer. "I didn't know you smoked" His voice was hoarse but lovely as ever. It sent a shiver racing up a tan spine.

"Well, people cope in different ways, Draco." He replied bitterly, turning once again to face the window with the beautiful view outside.

Draco shrunk back at the harsh tone but said nothing at first, choosing instead to grab his wand off the floor beside the rumbled bed."I know this, Harry. Trust me; I know." the blonde's voice sounded from over the edge of the bed.

Harry turned to watch the man beside him, one eyebrow raised, until his body resettled itself next to the dark haired man. Draco looked over at his confused face and sent a soft but real smile his way.

"Would you like to see what I do? To cope I mean?" He questioned, lifting his wand gracefully.

Harry nodded his reply, not trusting his voice to stay steady at the sad but beautiful smile he'd just seen.

Draco snuggled subtly back against Harry; head on his broad chest, legs curled softly around his shoulder; and began to slowly move his wand. First slowly up and down then carefully in a circle. A soft incantation was whispered and before Harry could question what Draco was doing a long, softly glowing dragon come bellowing beautifully out from the tip of the wand.

Harry stared, cigarette hanging between his fingers deftly. He watched the dragon dance silently around there heads and around the room with rapt fascination.

Draco caught his gaze and the dragon was broken, his concentration having been shifted. A soft blush dusted across his cheeks, easily missed if you weren't looking.

"That was... amazing." He breathed.

Draco smirked softly. "Nothing an attractive man like myself couldn't do."

Harry chuckled but made no comment, going to inhale another lungful of his cigarette.

He breathed the smoke out slowly and wrapped an arm around the former Death Eater, holding him as close as their position would allow. Both green and grey fixated themselves on the smoke and Harry couldn't help but smile at the thought that he too was creating a dragon. No where near as beautiful but still a dragon to himself.

A/N: So what did you think? Kinda nice, huh? Well, I personally liked how this came out. Not my best piece but certainly not my worst. I wrote this after seeing a picture by slytherins-heiress on deviantart and couldn't help but start writing. I started working on this thing though around January and just recently finished it so shame on me(: I hope she's still cool with me writing a drabble for her piece(:

This is the picture, just take out the spaces(: http :/slytherins-heiress. /gallery /30482193#/ d4n685u

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