This story has been Beta'd by SlashInc. I do not own any of the characters they all belong to J.K. Rowling. NOTE: this is in third person point of view besides thoughts which are in 1st p.p.o.v and in italics" bla bla italics" is drawn out pronunciation in dialogue. Please enjoy the Drarry :)
Harry slips quietly from his bed and kneels down next to the window, the same window he sat in front of on his first night at Hogwarts. It's another sleepless night where the moon hides behind black clouds. The velvet sky tempts even the purest of souls; it calls them out into the night, into the darkness. Harry looks out the window, emerald eyes shining at the thought of running, just running through the night and the crisp breeze.
He decides to go for a walk and exits through the portrait to wander the halls, avoiding Filch as usual. It's easy for him to avoid people since he has the invisibility cloak wrapped tightly around him. He heads towards the Quidditch field, thinking about life, about the Dark Lord and what horrible things he is doing at this very second. As he enters the field he senses he is not alone. At first glance he sees no one. But on the outskirts of the field leaning against Gryffindor tower a dark figure sits back against the cool slate bricks where Harry usually sits. He creeps quietly wondering who else would be up so late at night, a shaft of moonlight penetrates the clouds, lighting up this mysterious person. His hair glows softly of silken silver matching his unfathomably grey eyes which glisten in the light. The shadows highlight his pale features and his skin glows as if creating its own light.
Draco Malfoy sits crying silently looking out into the night, not moving a muscle.
Harry is startled by the sudden emotion emanating from Draco, Draco who never shows anything besides arrogance and pride sits alone in the dark. Harry looks at the defenceless lone boy who is his enemy and a sudden thought passes through him; revenge. Imagine what he could do, what he could achieve if he could humiliate him, now when his defences are down. But as he looks at the slender boy, his frame shuddering from the intense sea of emotion rushing past his cobalt grey eyes, Harry can't bring himself to do anything to someone so utterly distraught. He looks around for a place to hide but then remembers that he is safe in his invisibility cloak. He decides to move closer to Draco, what harm could it do? Harry is overcome by intense curiosity as he moves next to Draco. The last drops of moonlight shimmer in Draco's eyes as the dark clouds engulf the moon.
Draco lets his tears fall freely down his face, not even bothering to wipe them away. How could Lucius do something like this? Yell at me and call me worthless, and tell me I am a disappointment then threaten that he would kill me if I failed him. How could my own father be so cruel? Of course Lucius is already a failure in the dark lord's eyes, not all the dark arts books in the world could change what a blithering fool my father is. At least Draco could take some satisfaction in that. A sob escapes from Draco and he knows he must contain himself, although he is alone he never trusts the darkness. He closes his eyes and clenches his fists, causing his own warm blood to pool in the palm of his hand. The small cut just below his left thumb screams as he squeezes his hand shut. Drops of blood land on the dirt of the Quidditch field.
Harry's voice is stuck in his throat as he watches the sad person he once thought was so strong fall apart. The ruby red blood stains the soft, dark dirt as the cut on Draco's hand seeps through own fingers. "What are you doing?" he whispers in a voice inaudible to anyone but himself. Draco sits silently with his clenched fists until the crying and bleeding stops. Harry watches as Draco rises from his trance and picks up the small knife sitting unnoticed to Harry right by his foot. Harry stays perfectly still knowing if he was to even flinch he would be found. Draco cleans the blade on his inner robes then with all his pride and his usual calm demeanour he strides across the Quidditch field and disappears into the forbidden forest. Harry shocked and slightly faint from the whole unnerving situation quickly runs off the field and straight back to his dormitory. He shall not sleep tonight.