Title: Turret Dancing
Chapter: 1/?
Author: Bleeding Star Goddess also known as BSG
Rating: T
Pairings: Draco/Harry
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: This story is AU and does not take place within the Harry Potter timeline, will contain relationships of the homosexual nature, and talks of suicide
Summary: Late at night they steal moments together, and they forget in the morning they have to hate each other.

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Chapter One: Leaping

"Potter! What the bloody fuck do you think you're doing up there!" Draco screamed as he watched the Boy-Who-Is-A-Prick dance and jump from turret to turret atop one of the highest towers at the school.

While Draco would like nothing more than to let the twit fall to his death he knew that he would not only be blamed for not stopping him as Head Boy but also be accused of pushing the Golden Boy off the damned tower.

He stepped back a bit when mischievous eyes gazed at him, bright and glowing.

"Are you on something Potter?" he hissed, annoyed that he might be appearing as some giant blue eagle-owl to Potter's possibly drug-hazed mind.

"Life," Potter replied with a chuckle, jumping across two turrets with grace and ease.

Draco rolled his eyes.

"Is that so?"

"It is," Potter replied as if he were speaking to a simpleton, mirth glowing in his eyes and a small smile on his lips as he crouched down. "And why are you here?"

Draco didn't bother arguing that he should be the one asking that of Potter.

"I'm making my rounds if you must know, and you can look forward to detention and a deduction of points."

Potter laughed and Draco's hands clenched.

"Are you done?" Potter asked, moving to sit down, his legs swinging over the edge into the air.

Draco scowled.

"Why you - "

"You've made your rounds up here Malfoy, and as you can see there are no lover's looking for a quick tryst so should scatter along."

Every curse he could think of, every hex in his inventory he thought of using on Potter just then and there. Potter didn't even have the decency to look at him when he said it!

He growled and spun on his heel, leaving through the door he entered and slamming it behind him. He took one... two... three... steps before he growled, rubbing his temple before he spun back around and opened the door. He didn't know why he was heading back, merely that the thought of Potter being out there alone irked him. Potter hadn't moved yet, but he was looking at the door, a knowing smile on his lips.

"Why hello again Malfoy, or perhaps you're his clone? You just missed him then."

"Don't be daft," Draco scrunched up his nose and then smirked, "there can only be one exquisite me."

Potter chuckled and leaned back.

"Oh good, because two of you would be right aggravating," he closed those glowing orbs and smiled.

"Only because the sheer magnificence of two of me would kill everyone else," he continued to smirk, coming closer to Potter.

"Oh so you admit you're ghastly enough to cause the apocalypse?" was the teasing reply.

Draco grinned.

"I'd make sure you went first."

"There's a line for that Draco, you've got Voldemort at the front of the line, Bellatrix, whatever the order of Death Eaters is, Umbridge, Fudge, Snape, and then a few other people who I'm sure I've never met but they hate me anyways," Potter remained smiling though.

"Well Potter you're just so easy to hate."

Potter sat up and looked out at the dark horizon.

"Am I?" he asked seriously and Draco felt weight in the question and winced at how their banter had become something more now.

He didn't answer, not because he himself didn't hate Potter but... for some reason the words to say "Yes you are" wouldn't leave his tongue.

"Way to kill a good time Potter," he scowled coming up next to the turrets and leaning against one near Potter.

The Golden Boy laughed, breaking the tension he himself had built.

"You were having a good time?" he teased.

Draco would not be so riled.

"Didn't you know one of my favorite pastimes is insulting you?"

Potter snorted in amusement.

"You need a new hobby."

"So do you, what the hell is with this turret-dancing?" he finally asked, his curiosity getting the better of him and letting the question fall from his lips.

"Turret-dancing, what a nice name, thanks I think I'll use that from now on," Draco got the sense Potter wasn't kidding.

"So why..." he trailed off.

"Mnn... there's a unique thrill and freedom to it," Potter smiled, adjusting his seat as he continued to look out at the horizon.

"Yeah it's called a death wish Potter."

"Exactly," Potter grinned.

"I'm sorry what?"

"Oh I think that's the first time I've ever heard you apologize Malfoy."

"Potter! Answer the question!" he snapped out, scowling as Potter just laughed.

"Malfoy, when so many want you dead, something like this lets you control your life, lets you decide, none of the shit about someone else killing you."

"And I suppose the consequences of you actually dying from this hasn't run through that thick skull of yours," he snorted, not at all amused by Potter suddenly having a death wish.

"Well then I would have controlled my own demise, though I don't think I'll be dying from this," his hand gestured around him to all the turrets, "any time soon. Thanks for your concern though," he smiled, although his tone was serious.

A blush came across Draco's cheeks and he turned his head away to hide it. He couldn't bring himself to insult Potter or even joke that he didn't want him to die like this because he wanted to do it. He just kept silent and his head turned away so Potter could not see.

"So how long do I have to wait for your fan-club to come and join you?" he asked after a long pause.

Potter blinked and tilted his head.

"You mean Ron and Hermione? They aren't going to come."

"What too busy defiling the laws of nature?"

"No, they just don't know about this, I'm pretty sure Ron still thinks I'm asleep."

A sort or pleasure rose in Draco, the knowledge that he was the only one privy to Potter's actions making him... almost giddy.

"How long do you stay up here?"

"I watch the sunset and sunrise and then back inside."

"How many nights do you do this?"

"Every night," Potter responded simply and Draco had to resist the idea of staring.

"Every night? Are you hoping you slip or something?" he scowled.

A soft smile came on Potter's lips and he shook his head.

"No... not that, nothing like that... something else."

Draco didn't ask what, it wasn't his place or his right; instead he just rested his elbows on the turret. He took in a deep breath and then pulled away, glancing at Potter from the corner of his eye.

"I have to go."

"You have rounds to make, little first years to scare," Potter chuckled.

A small smile came on Draco's lips.

"Something like that," he responded before turning away.

He got to the door before Potter called out to him.

"Malfoy!" he stopped and turned around only a little.

"What Potter?" he grinned, an equal-sized grin on Potter's own face.

"Come join me tomorrow night alright?"

He didn't say yes, he didn't say no, he didn't say maybe, or not a chance in hell. Instead he just kept smiling and snorted in amusement before he gave a small wave and exited through the door.

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