Warning: People we have finally boarded upon the Harry/Draco slash ship: woo hoo : So if that offends you kindly walk the plank and be gone with ya! ; )

A/N: I have had this chapter written for almost over 3 weeks now, but as I have just moved house we have had no broadband, no television and no telephone, O.o so I have not been able to post this chapter until now. Also I have been quite busy reading HBP all day yesterday, which if you haven't bought now, then go God damn it, run like friggin hell and buy it!

This chapter was inspired by Ronan Keating's song, 'when you say nothing at all.' It may start off a bit slowly, but I swear it gets better! Enjoy!

Days Before You Came

- When you say nothing at all -

It didn't take Harry very long to get ready for his 'date' with Draco. In fact, it only took him near to an hour for him to change into something respectable, stare at his reflection then run back into the bedroom a numerous times. He grumbled in frustration realising how foolish he was acting, and settled on the first outfit he chose an hour since.

He was alone in the cabin as Ron was on a date with Hermione Granger and, surprisingly enough on a double date with Seamus and Dean! Oh what a picture, Harry chuckled to himself as he checked his appearance in the mirror, and berated himself for doing so again.

The door clicked behind him and he made his way to the railings where he met Draco at the night before. Every step he took his heart thumped faster against his chest as he approached the place from last night. Unsure why, his pace quickened, until he was left panting slightly and leaning against cool, white, rails. Draco wasn't there, and there was no party like last night so the only thing he could hear was his drawn out breaths and his beating heart; which thumped too loudly against his chest for his liking.

He brought a cigarette to his lips which he found in his back pocket and held the white stick in-between his teeth. He felt for a lighter in the same pocket and realised he probably left it in some other trouser back in the cabin. He knew that smoking was a deadly habit, but he only ever gave into the temptation to calm his nerves. And at the moment he felt as though he needed many.

Hearing a click he looked to his right where the noise came from, and was greeted with Draco whom held a light not to far from his face. The glow illuminated his pale face and made him seem ethereal as the flame flickered and swayed with the wind. Leaning in he caught the end of his cigarette in the flame, and drew back. He inhaled the tobacco quickly, and blew out over the rails, careful not to blow any over the boy standing next to him. The wonder drug calmed his nerves slightly, and he managed to murmur a polite "Thanks."

"That's quite all right." Draco answered, placing the lighter into his pocket.

Harry wondered how Draco could look so good in an ordinary pair of black trousers, and a plain white t-shirt. If any one else tried to pull it off, Harry was quite sure they wouldn't look half as good as the man standing next to him did. This fact also made him feel quite foolish as he spent over an hour worrying about what to wear.

He felt the blonde haired man move closer to him, which he noticed Draco had done something different with his hair as it no longer fell freely about his face but it looked gelled back with a few wispy bits of hair that hung in front of his face. He was close enough to see the faint icy breath puff out from his chapped lips and even though it wasn't too cold, it was the middle of winter and he was surprised the boy wasn't shivering.

"So, Harry. Tell me a bit about your self." Harry looked at Draco wondering if he was always so direct and confident with his words. There was a lot he did not know about this man, but that didn't stop him from hesitating with an answer.

"Well I am currently enrolled at the University of North London. How I even managed to get in that place I will never know. If it wasn't for my friends late night studying, I don't even know if I would have been able to scrape a pass!"

"Oh I'm sure that's not true."

Harry shook his head. "No its not, but I did have a hard time passing applied chemistry. God that man had a permanent stick up his arse." Draco chuckled and shook his head amusedly.

"He couldn't have been that bad?"

"No he was much worse." Harry contemplated about telling him about the man who hated him from the beginning of term, the man who made Hitler seem like a saint…well he wouldn't go that far, but he thought otherwise about telling him with a small shake of his head. "What about you? What subjects did you take?"

"Well at university I studied English Literature and sociology, Drama, Music and fine art." Draco answered.

"Ahh, so you opted for all the creative arts?"

Draco nodded his head. "Though I also took Analytical Chemistry, business studies, astrology and law."

"You did, as in not any more?" Harry didn't notice the flash of anger that crossed Draco's eyes nor the slight hesitance before the young man spoke.

"My mother lives in France, so it makes sense if I was to enrol in a university near home." Gods I wish that was the ONLY reason I was moving there. He felt a sudden urgency to tell the brunette boy the real reason why he was leaving his school and his home, but it wasn't the right time or a good thing to build a friendship on.

If Harry had known the best part of his week was when he had chemo therapy, which prolonged his life by only an oh so few amount of days, he probably wouldn't of been so willing to meet him there today. Though, granted he felt more energetic after the therapy, that was only down to a couple of steroids his doctor had subscribed, once seeing the effect the chemo was having on him.

Those where painful memories Draco couldn't bare to acknowledge again, and he quickly shut them behind closed doors; but he knew it was only a matter of time before he would have to relive those agonising moments again.

"I took astrology with one of my friends last term." Draco turned his head to acknowledge the boy standing to his right. "Our teacher though, Madame Trelawney," he said in a rather talented French accent, "hardly taught us about the curricular criteria. Instead, we learnt about star signs, fate and myths and stuff. Not that I'm complaining though, it was as good enough as a free period." Harry said with a shrug of the shoulders.

"So you learnt nothing at all? I always found astrology fascinating."

"Well I did learn something, even though its not quite astrology." He turned his head towards the night sky. "Each and every star tells their own story," He stopped, and tilted his head slightly to the side. Draco couldn't help but notice how Harry' eyes glistened when he turned his head and to admire the man who stood next to him, seemingly unaware of the affect he was having on him. He was wearing dark grey jeans, a khaki green t-shirt underneath a black sweatshirt. He watched how Harry's clothes ruffled in the wind. It was cold and windy that night, like many other nights for the past month, and without thinking Draco leaned closer to the boy until their shoulders brushed and he instantly felt warmer from the touch. Harry's arm tensed slightly and he was worried that he had spoilt everything just from the contact, but just as he was about to move away he felt Harry's entire arm relax and brush hesitantly against his.

Harry cleared his throat, and Draco once again couldn't help but watch how the boys Addams apple bobbed up and down or how his glasses looked wonky on the end of his nose, only making him seem cuter, or how his arms moved slightly with every breath he took and every time it did, it brushed against his. Even with the slightest contact it made him feel warmer. Not in the sense of him physically feeling warmer though, it was an in explainable yet a very strong feeling that welled up in his chest and made him quiver with anticipation. He was intrigued to hear what the boy had to say, and even more fascinated by his mysterious voice. At least it was mysterious to him as he found himself wanting to know more about the boy and what he had to say.

"That star, well group of stars, right there" Harry shifted his arm to point up at the sky, "is called the phoenix, which is a bird like creature known for its immense beauty." He seemed to stop unexpectedly for a few seconds, and Draco couldn't help but notice the small smile that graced his face. Harry chuckled lightly and pointed slightly more to the left. "That constellation is called Draco," now he understood what was funny, as he watched Harry's hand trace the stars. He couldn't help but smile as he looked up at the sky, though not quite seeing what Harry was pointing to. All he could see was a cluster of stars in the black sky, and as Draco nodded his head indicating he saw the star Harry just pointed to, he held a look of confusion in his eyes that said differently. Even though he had studied stars and planets in astrology tremendously, his teacher Mrs Sinistra had never once described the myths or legends about them, only the facts and scientific beliefs, which compared to what Harry was telling him now seemed incredibly dull. But a nagging thought at the back of his mind kept on suggesting it was Harry that made it seem interesting.

Pursing his lips he eyed the sky, and once seeing no star that could look anything like the constellations he pointed to, he turned to Harry and said, "I don't see it!" Harry smiled at his puzzled expression and choked back a laugh. "What's so funny?" Draco exclaimed crossing his arms across his chest.

Amusedly Harry shook his head, "Nothing." and stood behind him intent on showing him the stars above them in the way he was taught. He could feel the warmth radiating from Draco, and it took all of his will not to press his chest against the blondes back to feel more of the boy in front of him. Every time Draco's sleeveless arm touched him, even through the two layers of clothing he was wearing, it sent shivers from that spot to his heart. Every time it felt as though it expanded and made his breath hitch until he was left wondering more about the boy who stood not a mere breath away.

Without alarming the man in front of him, Harry hesitantly touched his arm with the palm of his hand, and one by one rested his fingers on the creamy skin until his arm was firmly in his grasp. He swallowed hard when Draco, without a word of displeasure, turned his head to the side until there noses brushed somewhat and he had to stifle a gasp which threatened to pass from his mouth. Harry never noticed it before, but now seeing Draco up closer he could tell his eyes were not as blue as he first thought. The colour surrounding his pupil seemed almost grey, yet they held warmth in the strangest fashion where the grey met deep blueness. Harry hardly noticed as Draco slowly leaned in, their mouths not quite touching, as he was captured by his eyes, his wondrous blue imploring eyes that said morethan Draco possibly could put into words.

So he said nothing at all.

The kiss was rather awkward to say the least. Draco had to crane his neck painfully so to the side to capture his lips, and even by doing so their teeth clattered painfully and their eyes closed half wincing and part from enjoying it so. But the moment their lips met, the uncomfortable feeling in his neck seemed to fade away along with any doubts he may have had. Time seemed to slow down, something that Draco had always believed to exist only in romance stories. But actually experiencing it for the first time, (granted he had many other kisses, but none felt like this) he now understood what it felt like to be wanted, maybe even loved.

The kiss ended as soon as it began, and even still it left both boys breathless and their lips tingling. Harry had to lean away slightly to gently turn Draco with the arm he still held; and to ease the disappointed look away from Draco's face, their lips met again. This time their eyes stayed open, and there were no awkward positions to distract them. This kiss felt much better than the first, and Draco noticed, not for the first time, how Harry's lips felt perfect against his own even though they where chapped and cold from being outside. A pleasing noise escaped Harry when he felt Draco's tongue push its way into his mouth and hesitantly touch his own. Sparks flashed before his eyes, and he couldn't help but lean into his surprisingly warm body, at the least to ensure he didn't fall down from mind numbing pleasure.

Neither boy knew how long they had been standing there kissing for, but when they drew for breath neither said a word nor moved out of the close embrace. Harry noticed that the arm he still held trembled slightly, and he grasped his hand and entwined there fingers together. Unsure why, he felt a pang of protectiveness swell up in his chest, and he held the other boy close to his body. Draco rested his head on Harry's shoulder and sighed. They needn't have said anything that night, as it was clear to them what they needed and what they wanted; and that was each other.

At least for the time being, Draco felt loved.

It's amazing how you can speak right to my heart
without saying a word, you can light up the dark
Try as I may I could never explain
what I hear when you don't say a thing

You say it best when you say nothing at all

…to be continued…

I can't believe how HBP ended! Who else has read it yet? Did you cry? I for one did, but I won't give anything away:sob: we have to wait at least 3 more years for the next story. Thank god for fan fiction!

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