By the time Harry was outside the sun was almost completely set. The
rays of sun that did escape the deadly trap of the darkness were slowly
evanescing. Stars illuminated the blackened areas of the sky, glittering
over Hogwarts. The air was now getting colder, containing a crisp feeling
every time Harry took a breath.
Harry slowed down, finally coming to a stop. He took deep breaths, letting the air fill his sore lungs. He looked around. In the distance, he saw lights coming from Hagrid's hut and the sullen shadows of the forbidden forest. He then thought to himself: Why did I come running out here? I don't even know where Draco is.. What the hell is wrong with me?
Just as he was ending his thoughts he saw something slip past his face, barely missing his ear. "What the hell?!" He quickly turned his head around to see what had just flown past him. Right in front of his nose was a beautiful golden ball with small, yet hypnotizing wings fluttering so fast that all you could see was a blur. Harry grasped the snitch in his right hand and looked at it. Something was written on it. He rubbed the specks of dirt, which had somehow made their way onto the snitch, off. It read: 'I'm waiting.'
Harry looked somewhat confused. But there was no doubt about it. That was Draco's handwriting. He slowly released his fingers from the snitch and it immediately sped up into the sky. Harry's eyes followed the tiny sparkle all the way until it led to the quiddich field. Harry felt stupid, why hadn't he figured that Draco would have brought the Firebolt there? Harry sighed, and proceeded to jog his way over to where Malfoy was waiting.
Draco was leaning up against the broom shed. He stood there with his eyes closed. Waiting. He tucked the silver hairs blown astray by the wind behind his ear. Goosebumps covered his skin as the brisk air hit his body.
The night sky was now filled with thousands of stars and any trace of the sun was now completely destroyed. Harry finally reached the field, his eyes darting from shadow to shadow, looking for Draco. Where was he? He wouldn't have bewitched a snitch telling Harry to come here as a joke, would he? Harry face looked distorted. His fists shook with anger. He was lead on a wild goose chase. Why had he been so stupid?!
But then he saw someone emerge from the dark. It was Draco. "So Potter, you actually came. I didn't think you were stupid enough to follow me." He walked over to Harry, in a slightly intimidating way, holding two brooms: his Nimbus 2001 and Harry's Firebolt.
Harry looked up at Draco, his eyebrows arched and his hair messy. He drew his fingers inward, clenching them tightly, to calm his anger down. By the time Harry had gained control of his emotions Draco was standing directly in front of him. "What do you mean Malfoy?"
Draco smirked in an evil kind of way and watched Harry desperately trying to control his rage. "I'll ask again, Malfoy, what do you mean?!" Just as Harry closed his mouth, Draco dropped both brooms to the ground and placed his hands behind Harry's head. He pulled Harry's face closer. Harry's eyes were wide open; he looked in horror, fear reflecting from his eyes.
"I mean this." Draco pressed his moist lips against Harry's warm mouth. Harry, still in shock, just watching and letting Draco explore his mouth with his tongue. Draco closed his eyes, thoroughly enjoying every moment of his passionate kiss to Harry. Harry's body stood there frozen, up against Draco's chest.
Harry slowed down, finally coming to a stop. He took deep breaths, letting the air fill his sore lungs. He looked around. In the distance, he saw lights coming from Hagrid's hut and the sullen shadows of the forbidden forest. He then thought to himself: Why did I come running out here? I don't even know where Draco is.. What the hell is wrong with me?
Just as he was ending his thoughts he saw something slip past his face, barely missing his ear. "What the hell?!" He quickly turned his head around to see what had just flown past him. Right in front of his nose was a beautiful golden ball with small, yet hypnotizing wings fluttering so fast that all you could see was a blur. Harry grasped the snitch in his right hand and looked at it. Something was written on it. He rubbed the specks of dirt, which had somehow made their way onto the snitch, off. It read: 'I'm waiting.'
Harry looked somewhat confused. But there was no doubt about it. That was Draco's handwriting. He slowly released his fingers from the snitch and it immediately sped up into the sky. Harry's eyes followed the tiny sparkle all the way until it led to the quiddich field. Harry felt stupid, why hadn't he figured that Draco would have brought the Firebolt there? Harry sighed, and proceeded to jog his way over to where Malfoy was waiting.
Draco was leaning up against the broom shed. He stood there with his eyes closed. Waiting. He tucked the silver hairs blown astray by the wind behind his ear. Goosebumps covered his skin as the brisk air hit his body.
The night sky was now filled with thousands of stars and any trace of the sun was now completely destroyed. Harry finally reached the field, his eyes darting from shadow to shadow, looking for Draco. Where was he? He wouldn't have bewitched a snitch telling Harry to come here as a joke, would he? Harry face looked distorted. His fists shook with anger. He was lead on a wild goose chase. Why had he been so stupid?!
But then he saw someone emerge from the dark. It was Draco. "So Potter, you actually came. I didn't think you were stupid enough to follow me." He walked over to Harry, in a slightly intimidating way, holding two brooms: his Nimbus 2001 and Harry's Firebolt.
Harry looked up at Draco, his eyebrows arched and his hair messy. He drew his fingers inward, clenching them tightly, to calm his anger down. By the time Harry had gained control of his emotions Draco was standing directly in front of him. "What do you mean Malfoy?"
Draco smirked in an evil kind of way and watched Harry desperately trying to control his rage. "I'll ask again, Malfoy, what do you mean?!" Just as Harry closed his mouth, Draco dropped both brooms to the ground and placed his hands behind Harry's head. He pulled Harry's face closer. Harry's eyes were wide open; he looked in horror, fear reflecting from his eyes.
"I mean this." Draco pressed his moist lips against Harry's warm mouth. Harry, still in shock, just watching and letting Draco explore his mouth with his tongue. Draco closed his eyes, thoroughly enjoying every moment of his passionate kiss to Harry. Harry's body stood there frozen, up against Draco's chest.