Harry paced before the fire, feeling its warm glow on his skin as he glanced at the clock for the hundredth time. He shifted his gaze to the window, moving to lean on the sill. Night had fallen hours earlier, giving way to the bright light of the moon. It cast its silvery glow on the ground below, reflecting off the surface of the lake.
The door opened behind him, and Harry turned to watch the blonde enter. Draco shut the door and stopped before Harry. The Gryffindor looked the boy over, sighing in relief when he found him unscathed. They met at the center of the room, pulling each other close.
Draco's arms were tight around Harry's waist, pressing their bodies together in a warm embrace. Harry touched Draco's face, resting his palm against the smooth skin of his cheek. Green eyes met silver, each melting into the other before fluttering closed. The kiss was soft, pouring out the relief and happiness each felt at holding the other close after the long, cold weeks apart.
Harry wrapped his arms tighter around the blonde's neck, pressing their bodies even closer together as he parted his lips and let Draco in to explore.
Draco's hands gripped the hem of Harry's jumper, pulling it up and over his head. His lips moved to Harry's throat while his hands lovingly caressed the Quidditch-toned muscles he'd missed so much.
Harry pulled back, smiling as he took Draco's hand and led him to the bed. The lights dimmed until only the moon lit their way. They lay together, entangled in each other's arms.
When morning came, they would go back to their separate lives, putting on the masks they knew so well after all the years they had worn them. Yes, in the morning they would go back to hating each other, back to being 'Potter' and 'Malfoy', to fighting at any chance they had.
But, just for now, they were content to be in each other's arms—to let their true feelings show. For this moment they were together…and that was all that mattered.