I had planned on posting this yesterday but, alas! Ah well. I am feeling uncharacteristically holidayish. Happy Thanksgiving! Before you start reading, the quote from one of my favorite animes, the contest. It was the part where Harry asks, "What happens when an angel falls from heaven?" - "…They become devils." It's from an episode of Cowboy Bebop.I like a that show.

Any hoo, another quick contest with another chapter as a prize.-

How many days have passed since the start of this story?

Something else to add in. If you ever have any questions about this story don't hesitate to ask. I like answering them, it makes me think and consciously develop my characters which in turn helps my writing. Sorry for rambling, again.

The Darkness That Dreams Are Made Of

When the Sky Falls

We finished eating, although, both combined, we barely ate enough to qualify as a light meal. We left the kitchens, although no one really noticed, they never noticed.

Draco tugged my arm hesitantly, I looked down slightly and laughed carelessly. I had never though I would be taller than Draco, it had always seemed to me that Draco would always be towering over the world but I guess it just goes to show that even the tallest towers crumble and you know what they say, the bigger they are, they fall. It'll be a doozy when I finally topple. I, myself, am looking forward to it.

Draco looked confused for a minute then he began to pull me along, past the great hall, down one hall, up another, through a portrait, and up a flight of stairs.

Despite being so thin he didn't slow at all nor breathe any harder. My Draco…

He stopped in front of a picture of Hogwarts and the school grounds, covered with snow. It was beautiful.

"It's here just like Lucius said it was." Draco whispered, his fingers tracing along the fine ridges the oils had created making it seem as if the snow was falling around him, on him. "I heard Lucius once say that he followed the marauders, whoever they are, to this portrait but he never said what was inside. I've been waiting for the right time to open it, I think he said that the password was, 'Let it snow…"

The portrait rippled out slowly as if a stone had been thrown into it and Draco's hand passed through the shimmering illusion. He looked back for a second, a mischievous smile sneaking it way onto his face and he stepped through, pulling me with him.

Inside was absolutely barren of furniture except a small round table in the center. Draco released my hand and cautiously approached the table, I followed curious to see as to what was on the table, unless of course it was the table that was unique or perhaps was just an old forgotten room lost within the depths of the castle. No need to jump to conclusions, to many things went wrong when you thought big, I know from experience.

On the table sat a small solitary object, it sat upon a small circle of dark purple cloth, it was round and shimmered faintly in the dim light caste by a solitary window, a snow globe.

Draco's eyes lit up and he laughed, I think it's the first time I've ever heard him laugh at something so innocently amusing. To be frank a snow globe was the last thing I had expected to see in this barren room. I guess even though I had tried to make it out to be nothing I had still expected something more, a habit I suppose, after however many years of heroing, sometimes it's hard to stop thinking like that.

Draco picked the snow globe up and examined it more closely, bringing it so close to his face that his nose was touching. He looked so incredibly innocent, full of a child like wonder that seemed to reflect through his eyes. I smiled and felt my eyes crinkle at the corners, the way they did when I was truly happy, I don't remember it happening very often.

"I had one of these once," Draco murmured, interrupting me from my thoughts, "when I was young. Lucius found it and destroyed it, threw it at the wall, it shattered into so many pieces. I think that it was the last toy I ever had."

I nodded sympathetically and glanced back at the globe, it's side ran with ancient markings and its base was formed of old dirtied metal that was wove with ivy, "What's inside?"

"It's a model of the grounds, it's so detailed."

"Shake it."

I turned and looked outside through the small window, out of the corner of my eye I saw Draco carefully tip the globe over and back up again. I focused outside my attentions again out the window and after a few moments wait, I saw first one, then another, and then in great amounts, it began to snow.

I laughed and turned back to Draco, he was staring outside amazement written all over his face and I couldn't help laughing again.

"I always wondered how it was that it snowed!" An idea lit to my mind, "Come Draco! Let's go outside!"

TBC

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Thankies-

Grath Longflech- I love that story your writing. Makes me check my e-mail everyday. I need to add you to my favorite authors list. I've been meaning to but I keep forgetting. Please write more!

lupin in the sky with diamonds- I told you once you were my favorite reviewer and although it is true I have to retract that statement because, looking back, it seems that anyone for whom I placed the title 'favorite reviewer' has disappeared. I'm just afraid that you'll stop reviewing like Me or twistedlife3000. Please keep reviewing! I seems that my replies scare reviewers off or something, not good. About your review, I think that there is a lot you can learn from a person simply by watching them or being with them. Body language is an important aspect in Draco's and Harry's relationship. Not to mention the fact that they were the best of enemies for however many years before and you always have to know your enemies, since they're more likely to stab you in the back then anyone. Perhaps Draco and Harry just learned to much about each other to keep hating. I dunno, please keep reviewing.

Phoenix353- thanks for the review, ummm. You see the blood tear was just something I wrote in at the last minute for chapter five and it kind of stuck. You know how when people are under a great deal of stress, physical or mental, and patches of their hair turn different colors, usually white or blondish? Well I figured that Harry developed something similar. Harry's only cried a blood tear twice once in five and once in sixteen. I think the reason it's so unique is because, in a way, it represents the depth of feeling Harry has for Draco. Harry has never really loved, or felt for anyone the way he does with Draco and in moments of intense emotion, a single tear of blood. That's basically it.

Vampyre- my world, it's kind of like a power trip. I think Draco and Harry should be insightful. It'd no fun if Harry was shallow minded and Draco really acted like a blond, a rich, snobbish, oh so sexy blond. Take a chapter of Darkness, a dose of insanity and reply to me in the morning.

Red- Draco is only weak physically. Mentally he is so much stronger than what he puts out. Harry sees that, it one of the reasons he loves Draco; that he can hide his strength so easily and yet he wears it in eyes. Pride has many faces and Draco has seen many facets of pride. He has seen them, wore them and seen them all shatter in an instant, except one.

Reziimthestrangeone- I want those pictures, I want to see them anyway. Hope you like the story so far. I'll convert everyone I know into a yaio fan if it's the last thing I do.