I paid close attention to the sounds of my dorm-mates. I waited till absolute silence, well as silent as it can get with other males sleeping. I quietly climbed out of my bed, pulled on my cloak and slipped on my shoes and stealthily made my way out of the dormitory and common room. I pulled my hood up; at least I could hide in the shadows if I needed to.

I made my way around the castle, admiring the different paintings, even if a few of the occupants were asleep. I made my way to the Astronomy Tower; it was my favorite place to be. I lowered my hood, letting the nightly breeze dance through my hair. I smiled up at the stars, shining bright and then over to the ever lonely moon. I figured that if I were to be an astronomical object, I'd be the moon.

Only out at night and a constant change in who I am, sometimes not even being noticed at all. I wax and wane, just as the moon does. It's a full moon tonight. I stare at its unnatural beauty. I'll be like that one day, perfect, even with all of my imperfections. Does the moon have a companion? The sun outshines it and they can never see each other, they're so opposite. The stars are outshined by the moon and most of them are dead and are so far away.

I could say Earth, but the moon is pulled to her, it circles her like a predator does its prey. Never able to pounce though, so the Earth isn't the moon's companion either. The moon does not have a companion and nor shall I. I glance across the grounds and notice a figure by the old, white tomb. Their hand is touching the stone as they sit on their knees.

"It's rude to watch someone mourn."

I jumped; turning around to face the intruder I didn't even hear approach me, I saw no one.

"Take it off Potter."

With a sudden movement he was directly behind me. His green eyes meeting my own, boring into me it seemed.

"Why are you out here? Why did you leave your bed?"

I turned back around and glanced at the moon. I felt a presence next to me, he sat down. I wasn't going to talk to him. I wouldn't even know what to say to him. The only things we have in common are age, Lily and our house. I chose to ignore the slight caring tone of his voice.

"If you're not going to talk, can you listen to me?"

I gave a curt nod, my eyes not once leaving the moon. I closed my eyes, focusing on listening. The sounds of the night amplified, as did his breathing. The trees rustling in the small breeze, the crickets, the almost silence; I relished the night.

"I'm sorry."

My head snapped in his direction and I stared directly into those green orbs. He meant it.

"I, I idolized my brother too much. He idolizes our Uncle Ron and he holds an intense hatred towards your family. Family is important to me but so is my own intuition. The first time I met you, sitting next to you at the welcoming feast in first year, I, I thought of our fathers. We're like mini-carbon-copies of them, so I hear. My father was almost sorted into Slytherin but he begged the hat to put him elsewhere. Your father was the first wizard his own age he met and well, you know your family's not exactly anti-aristocratic."

My eyes went back to the moon. His voice wrapping me in a cocoon as he spoke of a past I knew nothing of. I know Malfoy's are wealthy and we carry ourselves on a different level than everyone else.

"My dad, he, he didn't like the way your father talked about the first magical friend he had made. He said it was because your dad didn't know any differently. My dad developed an obsession with your dad throughout school. It was during their sixth year that my dad realized that your dad really didn't know any different. They talk you know, on occasion. Through letters; my dad will check up on your dad. Apologize for the way people treat him and his family."

I clenched my fists, I hated pity and I learned that from my father.

"We don't need your father's pity."

His hand reached out and took my own, I immediately met his eyes.

"He doesn't pity your family. He respects them. He's indebted to your grandmother, a life debt."

I snatched my hand away but kept my eyes on his. He smiled at me.

"He's the man your grandmother meets on a monthly basis. Those afternoons of tea that no one but she and your grandfather can attend. She doesn't think your father would take well to the fact that my dad's in your home."

"I, I, er, thank you. For the day you hit your brother."

He blinked in shock and then chuckled.

"You're welcome. James and I, we, we've always had a rocky relationship. He's the big brother, the one I've got to look up to and I'm that ever obnoxious little brother, the one that tails his every move. Then Lily came along and I was the big brother for her and so I forgot about my big brother. He and I, we're okay now. We talked things out, Lily was present, she was distraught we were fighting."

I nodded; she had told me everything that happened that night. Silence enveloped us. It was a mixture of comfortable and awkward. His eyes never left me; my own had long since regained their ever watchful desire over the moon. It felt as if he were drinking in every square inch of my profile. His eyes danced along my hairline, down my neck, up my jaw, the crease of my eye, the slope of my nose and finally, they focused on my lips.