he tossed the cigarette down, and watched it glow morosely on the frost covered shore. Filthy muggle habit he'd picked up, smoking. But lately, Harry'd found himself seeking any way possible to punish himself. nothing mattered to him anymore. nothing, but the one thing he couldn't have... he cursed softly, and kicked a nearby pebble into the placid water of the black lake. Shoving his half-frozen hands into his pockets, he turned to head back to the castle, when a movement, several yards off caught his eye.
he stared after the slight rustle for a while, all too ready to concede imagining it, when a slight figure emerged from behind a tree. His gut twisted painfully, as he spat the name dreams had him whispering with a lovers reverance. "Malfoy." As the other boy lifted his head, a peaceful, if not mournful look painted his features, as if he hadn't yet realized he wasn't alone. His eyes locked on Harry's, and all too quickly, that stoic expression was obliterated. Potter
cursed himself for speaking.
For long moments, the two stared at each other, both feeling the need to say, do something, but neither knowing what would be enough. It was Draco who finally broke the silence with a half hearted whimper. "Shove off, Potter. Think you're so great, parading around the grounds at all hours of the night." Harry scoffed. "Could say the same to you, Malfoy." The prestigious boy nodded, and cast his eyes downward. In that one moment alone, he looked so unsure, so sad... Harry couldn't help but love him more for it. Without thought, the Chosen one stepped forward, and gripped his lifelong enemy in a tight hug. Voice shaking, he whispered to him; "you don't have to do this alone."
The young death eater drew in a long, shuddering breath, and though it's possible he imagined it, Harry swore he felt tears warm his neck as Draco gingerly returned the embrace, and whispered back; "It's too late for me, Harry. It's too late, I can't go back." Harry pulled back just far enough to fix his emerald eyes, to the silver ones in font of him. "You're right. We can't go back. We can never go back. So we do the only thing we can. We go forward." Draco let out a choked sound, and pulled up the left sleeve of his flowing black robes, baring his arm with the mark of the cursed to the harsh moonlight. "Harry, I-" he stammered.
the only reaction the raven haired boy gave was to take the arm presented him, and kiss it softly, all the while looking lovingly into storm cloud silver orbs. "I don't care, Draco. You've your battle scars, and I've mine. That's all they are." The blonde fought for a while, within himself, over what to say. All of the words he'd been desperate to say for years
rushed from the back of his mind, and got tangled in one another, until they were all useless knots and loops. Finally, he leaned in and kissed Harry, full on the mouth. And as the two stood there, opposite as light and dark, connected as two powerful knights on opposing sides of a chess board, the only coherent thought in either of their minds was simply this: "Together at last."