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Stars
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spectrosilver
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Autumn wind is crisp and cool, especially near the edge of the lake. That particular night it was especially cold, not that it mattered to them. The yellow harvest moon hung low, its large figure lighting the area in an eerie yet strangely romantic way. Not that they would ever admit that. Their cloaks lay abandoned by the willow tree, footprints in the soft mud leading to the lakeshore. There they lay, just the two. The boy, with his pasty skin and white hair, and the girl, whose black curls fell down her scandalously altered robes. Given there were a few feet separating their bodies, you almost wouldn't know that they had come together. Just the same as it always was. Either a dead silence between the two, or their lips connected in an intense snogging session. Truth be told, neither would change any part of it. The relationship, if that's what you would label it, was absolutely private. Both had silently sworn it as their secret, a secret shared just between the two of them. So, of course, the entire Slytherin House was fully aware of every step they took together. Not that it really mattered, nor was it entirely disreputable. Draco and Pansy had been all but engaged since before either of them was born. It was just a fact of both their young lives, a fact that both had been reminded of every time they saw one another. Which was quite often indeed.
Pansy shuddered as a breeze passed by, goose-bumps appearing on her pallid arms. She subconsciously inched closer to him, the silent, invisible heat of two beings warming the air around them like a bubble. She looked up at the deep blue sky, clouds covering the moon like blankets. "Draco," said in little more than a whisper, still looking into the endless abyss above them. He groaned, his eyes following Pansy's to the single star in the sky.
"What is it, Parkinson?" His tone suggested an almost successful attempt to hide any bit of excitement it held. He knew what she was referring to.
"A star, of course." Her voice held the mark of society she had been brought up with, but as she talked it seemed almost, dare she admit it, childish. "Oh, come on. Make a wish, Draco."
"You have got to be kidding me. Parkinson," he smirked at her, "I do believe that is the silliest idea you've had in ages. Wish upon a star. Hah." He rolled his eyes, mostly to spark a remark from the girl. Much to his surprise, however, the girl did nothing. She just stared intensely at the sky. "What did you wish for?" He asked, his voice much lighter in mood and quiet.
"That," she paused, breaking contact with the sky and looking into his silver eyes, "that we could just, you know, stay here. Forever." She had expected him to laugh. To make fun of her for saying such a silly wish aloud. So she bit her lip and waited. And waited. But it never came. Much to her surprise, the boy did nothing. He just stared intensely at the sky. He stared as the colored leaves on the trees fell from their branches. He stared as the moon traveled its nightly path. He stared into the depth of the sky. And he wished upon that very star.
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a/n: Certainly not my best, but I suppose it's worth posting anyways. Just for the heck of it.