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A Cold Breeze.
Everything was pitch black. The clock labelled 12:00am and everyone was asleep- well nearly everyone. No matter what Harry did to go to sleep, all he could manage to do was stare at the ceiling of the Gryffindor common room. The fire in the fireplace was dying down, and only emitted a minuscule orange glow.
Harry was the only person in the room. He sprawled himself over a couch and gazed at the sad embers, desperately trying to stay alive. He closed his eyes and sighed.
A cold breeze suddenly awoke Harry, leaving him shivering, for he only wore a t-shirt and a pair of boxers. He noticed the fire had finally gone out. The clock said it was now 2:00am. Only two hours, he thought. Another breeze flowed through the room, sending more chills down his spine. He walked over to the window and began to turn the knob in attempt to close the window. His efforts failed, as he noticed a cold, white hand clasping his wrist.
Harry flinched, feeling the cold hand touching skin, but the hand did not go. He searched for a body to match the hand, but everything was covered by shadows. "Show yourself!" Harry exclaimed, not taking his eyes off the hand.
"Shouldn't you know?" A smooth voice replied, "You've been reading my notes for a while."
"But who exactly are you? You haven't been very clear."
Harry heard a rustle in the darkness, and a silhouette stepped out of the shadows and into the light of the window. The light revealed silky blond hair and blue eyes that shone like diamonds. The figure stood a good foot above Harry. Harry stood there, dumbfounded, completely at a loss for words "D-Draco! But why…?" Harry finally managed to say.
"You wouldn't notice me any other way. It was my last resort".
"But it's wrong! We're both guys!"
"Do you think I really care?"
With that, Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's neck and kissed him hard on the lips. No matter how harry squirmed, Draco only tightened his grip. Harry, too tired to resist any longer, kissed back. He ran his hand through Draco's hair and felt Draco's hand crawl up his shirt. Harry backed up and tripped on the leg of a coffee table, sending Draco and himself falling on the couch. Draco chuckled and caressed the hard contours of Harry's torso, then sent a trail of kisses to his neck and right back down.
The room was still dark except the dim light coming through the window. A pile of clothes lay on the ground and ever so often, a few muffled moans escaped the thin sheet covering the couch.
The sun shone in Harry's eyes the next morning. He squinted and rolled over, trying to avoid the light. A breeze blew through the room and Harry shot up. He looked around and found himself in his own bed and in Draco's baggy shirt and boxers from the night before, He smiled, recalling the memory, but suddenly froze. 'Draco… Where is he?' Harry scanned the room for any sign of his partner, but saw no traces of him, only a note pinned to his bed frame.
Meet me at fourth period.