Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter I'd rent him out to Malfoy.
A/N: This is just something that randomly popped into my head one night! It's also my first attempt at Harry Potter slash, so please be gentle with me!
Last Place In The Moonlight
Unable to sleep, Harry got up out of bed and strolled over to his bedroom window and looked out at the moon. This was still a novelty as originally you needed a paint scrapper just to have the chance of a view. Grimmauld Place had definitely changed since the first time Harry had seen it.
Bad idea. Thinking about the past just reminded him of all the people he'd lost. Especially Sirius. His godfather had been the only real family he'd ever known and he died because The Chosen One had been naïve and gullible. Then Dumbledore had left too. Sure, he still had Ron and Hermione, but they were so wrapped up in each other that he always felt like an intruder when he was with them. His life was a highway and everyone wanted to take the next exit.
Harry snorted derisively. He was starting to sink into self pitying territory again. He just wanted something, or someone, to hold on to. Love, he supposed. Someone to tell him the world wasn't the cruel, harsh place he knew it was. Like anything else, however, love could be simulated. He wanted to be held like the last man on earth; he wanted to fuck until he was drenched in sweat, to lose himself in adoring a woman's body and perhaps, for an instant, drive back the isolation that engulfed him. He'd tried, many times, but the loneliness just came back again. He'd given up, too tired to try anymore, when he finally found it.
Harry smiled. Don't they always say you find what you're looking for as soon as you stop looking. And that it's always in the last place you'd think to look. Hell, it wasn't even the last place he'd think to look, he'd never have considered looking there in the first place. A sigh brought his attention to the bed, where a pale chest rose and fell in sleep. Harry turned to look out the window again, thinking how lonely the moon looked. How it could forever only watch, forced to remain alone, people gazing at it. He remembered how that felt.
Muffled curses and the sound of someone tangled in sheets had him turning back to the bed again. A husky, sleep laden voice called out to him.
"Harry?"
Harry walked back to the bed, resting his hands on the mattress as he leaned over its current occupant.
"Draco?"
A hand slid up his arm, coming to rest at the back of his neck. As he was guided back down to the bed, and a familiar mouth, he knew this was the last place he'd look.
The section: 'Like anything else, however, love could be simulated…… for an instant, drive back the isolation that engulfed him.' was taken from the book Lord Of Fire by Gaelen Foley. When I read it this just appeared in my head, so I said why not? Please leave a review and let me know what you thought!