The Astronomy tower had been a favourite spot for Hogwart students for centuries. The clear view of the night sky and the pale glow of the moonlight floods the room, enhancing its beauty. A small platform had been built for a better viewing of the stars , but the students had found a different use for it. A delightful place for the fulfillment of their romantic objectives.
Tonight, however, wasn't such a night.
Draco Malfoy sat alone here ,his mind in conflict. His entire world had be turned upside down. His ideals and beliefs shattered. For the umpteenth time, he cursed Potter. That cursed, spoilt fool had put him in this state. If it hadn't been for him, he'd have been peacefully asleep in the dungeons...
He stopped. Blaming it on Potter was easy, but it was primarily his own fault. He had sworn to be loyal, to be faithful. Yet he found his mind plagued by doubts. By desire.
Two paths lay before him.
Green, the path he'd been faithful to all these years. The one he'd promised he'd never leave . One which had, over the years, given him bliss. Others couldn't understand it. They'd laugh at him for it. But despite it all, he'd stood true .
The other, red. The colour of desire, of bravery. Potter had tempted him with it. And he had nearly given in. After all these years, he had suddenly been overcome by his thirst for something new. Something which was forbidden to him. And that itself made him thirst for it even more.
He clutched his head, and moaned.
Why, oh why had Potter done that? Temptation was driving him insane.
The next morning, the Slytherins sat in silence in the Great Hall as Draco stared at his plate. An uneasy atmosphere surrounded Draco. He had hexed Pansy when she had tried to hug him that morning. He had dark rings under his eyes, and his body was taut with tension. His grey eyes had a haunted look in them, and his fists were clenched.
Hermione, after observing Draco, shot Harry a suspicious look. The boy had been unusually happy, to the point that he had put up with McLaggen's stories for an hour.
Strange.
Voicing her suspicions, she asked Harry whether he had anything to do with Malfoy's change in behaviour.
Harry smirked, his eyes reflecting an impish mirth. He leaned back, and replied:
"Me? All I did was offer him a delicious red apple..."