Chapter 1

The Mist

Malfoy walked forward with his pompous strut. He was quite proud with himself today, having shown up his rival, Harry Potter, in Potions class, and later in Transfiguration. Though, he grudgingly admitted, the lightning scared brunette had bested him at today's Defence Against the Dark Arts class. Which Draco quickly blamed on Mr. Lupin, who like almost everyone else could find no wrong with perfect Harry Potter. He thought this with an extremely sarcastic tone, sneering at nothing. He made his way through the dungeons surrounding the Slytherin common room, he had sent Crabbe and Goyle to their supper and decided to head back now. He turned another corner, the thick and moist air filly his nostrils with their rich scent. He stopped his strut, for as he turned the corner his eyes fell upon the robes of a Gryffindor student.

"Hey, you! You're not supposed to be down here!" Draco bellowed at the other student, sneering confidently when the boy cringed at his voice. Slowly the Gryffindor student turned, revealing the sad, piercingly green eyes and lightning shaped scar of Harry Potter. For a moment- and just a moment- the sickly blonde boy froze, lost in the emerald eyes before him, in that one moment he longed, so greatly to pull the other boy into his arms and make that sad look go away, to make everything all better. But it only lasted a moment. "What are YOU doing here Potter!?" he spat angrily, more at himself for thinking such thoughts of the lithe boy in front of him.

Just as the skinny wizard before him began to reply, the corridor was suddenly flooded by a thick white fog. Malfoy knew that more often then not ghosts moved around this section of the school and often looked like a fog, but he also knew this was different. The thick fog rolled over the twin boys and he gave an instinctive yelp as the world was lighted out, his senses closed off and he was left their in the pure whiteness. He was bogged down by its thickness, the corridor they were in disappearing, a wave of cold seeping into his bones from the unnatural mist. Draco found himself shaking in the cold, an intense wave of vertigo arising in his senses. That's when he remembered Harry, fumbling forward, hands outstretched, the third year wizard had no idea if he was going forward are backward.

Warmth, he found what he was groping for. His pale hand clasped onto the blood red robe and pulled the lithe form into him. He laughed sardonically to himself, sure that Harry wouldn't hear him as he came to realize the dream he ha earlier, holding the brunette close to his chest.

It seemed that time stood still, Draco had no idea how long he held Harry, he did-however- vaguely realize that not once during the insurmountable amount of time he held the other did Harry fight him off or pull away from his arms.

Soon the fog began thinning, another several minutes and Malfoy found he could see Harry clinging tightly to his chest, eyes close, whether in fear or passion the blonde mage did not know.

Within another moment the hugging pair found themselves at the edge of a massive forest, the night sky above them littered with countless unrecognizable stars.

It was then that Malfoy remembered the reality he had made for himself and he forced- grudgingly so- a cough to escape his lips. Harry looked around him first, then realized how tightly he held the Slytherin so close. He pulled away, forcing Malfoy's cold heart to stop for a moment, his throat gone dry. He felt unusually hot and realized he was blushing.

"Where are we?" Harry asked looking around in the endlessly deep forest, his beautifully green eyes looking to the stars for a familiar constellation.

"How the blimey hell should I know Pot…" he began, using a heated retort to cover up for his immense longing to hold him close again, the reply being cut of by a howl, which was followed by another, and another. Till it was a chorus of howls, ringing out from the dark forest, always moving closer.