The Rain

A lone figure stood in the rain. If someone was to look at the figure all they'd be able to see was a blur of a human, unable to tell weather male or female, all that could be seen was a mop of white blond, stood out against the shadowed trees behind the person. The rain was beating down heavy, the large lake in the grounds was beginning to flood as the giant squid floated lazily near the top. Up in the piercing starless night sky lightning crashed across, lighting up the figure for a second, long enough, if someone was looking, to see a male with white blond hair, sharp grey eyes and pale white skin. Draco Malfoy looked up into the sky, squinting as the rain stung his eyes. He felt a single tear run down his cheek, but it was lost within a second with the rain drops cascading down his face. His normally combed to perfection hair was falling over his face and neck like strings of rope. A harsh, ice cold wind blew menacingly, but he took no notice, to involved in his thoughts. He was searching the sky for a star, but it was as though they were hidden away from him, denying him to walk in the light as he so much wanted, even if just a little. He couldn't go on living in the shadow's, unable to feel the suns light warming his skin, running over his body in rivers of gold, warming him from the inside. No, he was left to the darkness's mercy, left to crawl in the dark, sounded by the monsters that small children feared lived under their beds. This was his reality.

A hand curled round Draco's chest, and a head rested on his shoulder. Draco never took his gaze from the sky, but he leaned back into Blaise's touch. His warm breath tickled Draco's exposed neck, and the blond got a shadow of a smile on his thin lips. He was wrong, he did have a little light. Blaise was the moon that guided him through the night. It wasn't much, a shining speck in an eternity of darkness. Yet he was there, to hold Draco when he felt he could no longer go on, to whisper comforting words in his ear when he was scared, to share his pain. And Draco would hold onto that light, Blaise, for all he was worth. Without him Draco would have been dead long ago.

Much the same Draco was Blaise's light in his own cloak of darkness. To share the torment, to heal his heart, to make him be able to smile when they were alone.

Blaise raised his head to the empty sky, then looked to the blond and gently turned him round. Draco's view of the sky was taken and he was instead looking into the deep brown eyes of his only lasting star, one that would never leave or be covered away from his desperate stair.

Blaise slowly lowered his head and brushed his soft lips over Draco's. He slipped his hand into Draco's and the blond looked at their joint hands. Black and white. The black the light, the white the searching. Raising his gaze once again grey eyes met brown. Blaise gave him a small smile, but his eyes spoke out every emotion he felt, love, wanting, fear and determination to carry on. Blaise gave Draco's hand a soft squeeze and looked at him with warm eyes. "Come out of the rain."