Challenge from hewhoistomriddle. Supposed to be a hundred word fic while we were in chem class. Not a hundred words but hey, at least I finished it in chem class!

Disclaimer: Harry Potter isn't mine.

Sundown

The sun was setting outside the Astronomy Tower.

"Hogsmeade weekend tomorrow."

"You're going with Weasel and the Mudblood, aren't you?"

"Don't call them that. And yes, I am."

A snort. Then silence.

"…I like this better, though." Softly.

Pause. "Yeah, me too."

During the day, Harry Potter was a different person. To most, he was Quidditch Captain, Prefect and Savior of the Wizarding World. To his friends, he was the brave young man who would go to the ends of the world for them, the orphan who'd been thrust into a life he had not wanted. But at night, Harry could be whatever he wanted to be.

"First season's Quidditch match next week."

"We're gonna kick your ass, Potter."

"You wish."

Sexy smirk. "Oh, I do."

Silence. "I hate flying against you."

"I'll go easy on you."

Scowl. "It's not that."

"I know." Pause. "Winner makes it up to the loser."

"For that, I'd willingly lose." Laughter.

During the day, Draco Malfoy was a different person. To his friends, he was the quintessential Slytherin – rich, arrogant, charming and condescending. To most, he was the git who would inevitably join the ranks of the Death Eaters, the person marked as an enemy because of the House he belonged to. But at night, Draco's barriers fell away.

"Wake up. We fell asleep."

"Crap. What time is it?"

"Nearly sunrise. We'd better go."

"Yeah."

"…Wait."

The kiss ended as the sky lightened.

Sometimes, things are clearer in the dark.

End

Lame attempt, I know. Tell me what you think: review.