Part 4
That night, Draco padded out of the Slytherin dorms well after two in the morning. He had tried repeatedly to get to sleep. Nothing was working. Not even curling up with Blaise. He decided his head needed clearing, and he often found night-time strolls through the quiet halls of the school.
His socks muffled the slapping of his feet against the cold stone floors as Draco moved calmly through the halls. He climbed stairs, went through all sorts of passageways he didn't remember ever traversing, and ended up some place that he wasn't quite sure he'd ever visited.
Draco stepped through a tapistry and was enveloped in a pool of moonlight, with a slight shadow cast across his face. He stepped further into the moonlight, letting the tapistry drift back into place. When Draco looked for the source of moonlight and shadow, he gasped.
Harry turned around, startled by the noise. "Oh. It's you," he said in surprise.
Draco nodded. After a moment, he found his voice again and said, "yes, it is- erm- I am- er... I'll just- I'll just go then." He turned to go.
"Wait- Don't."
~*~ TBC ~*~