"Malfoy? How did you manage this?" Harry laughed. Draco Malfoy glared coldly up at him from his position on the ground, strapped to a tree.
"Shut. Up. Just untie me, will you?" Draco snapped. Rolling his eyes, Harry reached for the ropes. "No! Don't touch—"
It was too late. The silver ropes leapt to life, uncoiling themselves from the tree. Before Harry could leap away, the twisted silver wrapped around his upper body, and slammed him against the tree, next to Draco.
"Great. Now we're both stuck," Draco groaned. "What a great rescuer you are." His voice dripped with sarcasm.
"Shut up, Malfoy. At least I tried. You didn't tell me not to touch them!" Harry snapped. Draco fell silent.
They sat in silence for a few minutes. Darkness began to creep over. "Have you tried any spells?" Harry asked, finally, just as the first stars appeared. Draco sighed loudly.
"Of course I have!"
"Malfoy, I'm trying to get us out of here, okay! The least you could do is not snap at me!" Draco said nothing.
"Sorry," he finally muttered. Harry couldn't believe his ears; Draco Malfoy had just apologized.
Grunting, slightly, Harry shifted himself until he was Indian-style. "Sorry," he stammered, jerking his hand back, which had fallen on Draco's thigh during the shift.
Again, there was silence. This one lasted longer. The lights of Hogwarts began flickering off. Harry felt a slight pressure on his shoulder. Glancing down, he realized Draco was asleep, his head slumped onto Harry's shoulder.
Harry watched him sleep. He looked peaceful, angelic, even. His blonde hair fell into his eyes, fluttering from a dream. The corners of his pale, pink lips curved upward.
As Harry watched Draco, his own eyes began to droop, and he drifted into a dreamless sleep.
Draco was sitting by the lake, staring up at the full moon, which was abnormally large, and glowing white. Suppressed footsteps sounded, and Draco looked up. There was Harry, staring intently down at him, his green eyes shining strangely bright, despite the darkness. Harry held out his hand, and raised it up, and, as if pulled by a higher force, Draco rose with the hand. He stared into those big emerald pools, and Harry leaned in until his lips were pressed against Draco's own, in a flaming kiss.
Draco's eyes snapped open just as the sun was creeping over the Forbidden Forest.