This will be the second collection of drabbles written for Tyche's FB challenge.
Disclaimer: The characters and canon situations in the following story belong solely to JK Rowling, Scholastic and WB. I am not making any money from the publishing or writing of this story.Million thanks to my wonderful beta krazyredhead0317 for a quick edit.
Prompt word: stars
Fading Into Black
Draco didn't kiss him goodbye. Then again, he never did. He fixed his trousers and shirt; palmed his platinum locks and Apparated home, leaving Harry covered in his semen and so fucking lonely, it was hard to draw a breath.
Today was their tenth anniversary. Almost no one knew. No one remembered, and definitely no one cared. Except Harry – he remembered and cared more than he wanted to admit.
He groaned and got dressed. The night met him with darkness. Evidently, the stars didn't care either. Harry was all right with that though. He was used to fading into black.
