First Fic. All flamers should find something else to do with their pathetic little lives than spend their days critiquing another person's pov. I am not J.K. Rowling

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Silence echoed through Hogwarts, and Draco Malfoy was the only one who heard it. Everyone in the entire school was asleep. This fact unnerved Draco, because he knew nothing was ever silent in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. There was always... SOMETHING going on. It always has something to do with those stupid Gryffindorks, too. And Potter, the Boy-Who-Just-Wont-Die.

His heart sped up as he thought of the green-eyed Gryffindor. The famous Harry Potter. Savior of the wizarding world. What a joke. What a stupid waste of time. Practically turning the Prophet into a chronicle of his life. Making him second biggest school heart-throb because of a stupid scar. The boy had to be lavished at home, him being the little hero and all. Probably got everything he ever asked for and more.

Discouraged from inability to get to sleep, Draco decided to take a walk. He put on his shoes, not bothering to find a robe, and slipped out of his room, into the Slytherin common room.

They say that magic can happen on the night of a blue moon. Draco had always known that was ridiculous. It was simply the second full moon of a month, which sometimes held a slightly blue tinge, and happened every 2.5 years. Nothing magical about that. Just earths rotation. Pure science.

Draco slipped out through the painting and was soon on his way to the quidditch pitch. He barely noticed the full moon and it's bluish tinge as he walked across the wet grass. All the way, still thinking about Potter.

Bloody Potter he thought. Always making a fool of himself. Every year something happens to him, and that raven-haired shit head is too damn stupid to keep it under wraps! Like last year! That whole Sirius Black scenario! Although that psycho really did have it coming. And what about Lucius! I'm glad he's gone, and all, but couldn't he at least have kept it quiet? I mean, really, now I've got simpering Slytherins all over my every move! Stupid Potter...

He walked toward the edge of the quidditch field, still fuming. Sitting down on the grass, he finally noticed the blue moon. Strange... he thought. The last one was a month ago...Huh?

A shadow flew across the moon, way too big to be a bird. Draco stood, alarmed. Somebody's out here? He quickly hid under one of the bleachers. The flyer didn't seem to notice him. It was too entranced in its flying. Careful movements, grace, beauty... Draco suddenly felt mesmerized by the creature. He watched every graceful move, capturing it fully in his memory. It was beautiful...

The creature was beginning to fly lower. He now made out it was a shadow of a boy, about his age. God, this boy had flying skills he'd never seen! Grace, power, beauty, Draco wasn't ashamed to admit he was attracted. He'd known his sexuality swung the other way since he hit puberty. And this boy was obviously his type. He could make out a small body, thin, but muscular. He was on the other side of the field, so it was hard to make out his hair color, but Draco soon distinguished it as a dark raven black. The boy wasn't wearing a shirt, and his cinnamon cream skin almost made Draco drool. The boy was getting closer now. His heart pounded in his chest.

The boy landed his broom about five meters away. Draco gaped.

Potter. Harry Fucking Potter.

Emerald eyes scanned the field. Oh God! Draco thought. He felt me watching him! He moved against the bleachers, and tried to keep perfectly still. He was unaccustomed to the nervousness he was feeling, and it terrified him.

Harry finally gave up, got on his broom, and flew back through his window in Gryffindor Tower. Draco let out a sigh of relief, then began to berate himself for being so nervous. It's just Potter! You have the displeasure of seeing him every day! What the hell is wrong with you???

But as he lay in bed that night, he couldn't help but think of how graceful the Gryffindor Golden Boy looked on that broom,...

And how hot he looked with no shirt on.

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What do you guys think? Personally, I like it. I'm gonna continue ASAP.