"I've got a project on faerie dust, can you show me where to find books on it?" Draco spoke to the librarian.
She quirked one thin eyebrow but pointed. "Aisle 17, halfway down, seventh shelf up, that's where you'll find them."
"Thank you ma'am," Draco nodded. He walked there and waited for a second before Blaise appeared at the other end.
"Okay, you bastard, I want to know everything." Blaise came up next to him.
"So, we went to Hogsmeade and the Three Broomsticks and drank butterbeer for a few hours." Draco said. He smiled and continued. "We were a little drunk when we got back here and snogged really briefly in the Entrance Hall before we ended up in an unused classroom."
Blaise gasped.
"Then…well, he ended up in this moonlight and he was so gorgeous I, I told him that I love him." Harry said to Ron, who was sitting next to him, leaning over the Potion's book to hear his friend. Ron gasped and gave him an awed look.
"Do you? Really?"
"I really, really do." Harry nodded.
"So, our magic was just, it was beautiful and he called me beautiful and, well, we just sort of laid there in the moonlight until we fell asleep together." Draco smiled and his cheeks turned a slight pink.
"He said that he loves you?"
"Yes, he did."
"Are you sure it wasn't just a drunken lie?" Blaise asked nervously.
"It was like the alcohol just drained out of us, really odd but, it did."
"You two must be a really powerful Match. I've been reading up on them you know."
"Have you?"
"Yes, it turns out that Matches are the most powerful force in the wizarding world. More so than mates, you know Veela mates or Elven mates."
"What else do you know?"
"Not a lot of information exists on the subject, it's a taboo subject to talk about and even more rarely considered real."
"Really?" Draco frowned. "How do they know Harry and I are really a Match?"
"It's in the magic."
Draco nodded. "Go talk to your boyfriend, Blaise, I know he's here."
Blaise blushed and went to find the Gryffindor. Draco also knew that Harry was in the library, they hadn't planned it, but he could sense the other boy. He stood there for a second before reaching up and taking down a book on the opposing shelf. Its title was printed in fading gold letters that had been rubbed away after many years. There was a "d" with a couple indiscernible letters then "ry" and a space with flecks of gold before "Lo" and a space of faded letters. Then the numbers behind it "1950-57", Draco didn't know what it meant but he took it down and opened it to the first gold trimmed page.
"Diary of Lukas "Lo" Canes during his years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry 1950-1957." Immediately interested, Draco turned to see the first entry, dated in September it was from his first year.
1 September, 1950
We arrived at Hogwarts School and were taken across the lake by a thin man they call Schouster. He's the Ground's Keeper and Flying Teacher. In my compartment on the way here I sat with a gorgeous girl named Annaliese Muero, she says she's betrothed to a third year called Malfoy but perhaps she can get out of it, she doesn't like him, even though he's a real bad-boy and a good looking one at that.
I met him, Dartannian "Dart" Malfoy, Slytherin Keeper and Prince of Evil. He came into our compartment, where I was sitting with Anna, Johnny and Mikal, and had us three guys leave so he could talk to Anna. She looked real peeved at him, but what could three first years do against him? He's rather suave though, and smart, so he's not all bad. Johnny and Mikal are cousins from my same town in Ireland who just recently found out they were wizards. I'm pureblood and they're both half-blood but there's no tension between us. Like my father expected there to be once they found out. I grew up with them I'd hate to see us angry with each other.
But, they've already got a reason not to like me. They got put in Hufflepuff while I'm in Slytherin. Two opposite houses, the Gryffindors make fun of the Puffles too, which is expectable. The golden kids are fun though. Dart says we should be friendly with them, since they'll be our allies in the real world. Akin Minds. That's what he called our houses.
"We must keep akin minds close by."
"Like who?"
"The Gryffindors for instance, they've got their merits."
He said this to me after dinner while we were sitting on a couch in the Common Room, Fawn was drinking some Fire Whisky next to Dart and he ended up taking her with him to bed. But I expected to see him do this. My older brother tells me everything about Dart.
Draco read through to October of the boy's first year before Harry interrupted him. Draco knew Lukas Canes rather well, the older Canes, Orlando, was his grandfather Dartannian's close friend. Lukas was an acquaintance of Lucius' and of Draco's.
"Hey, what are you reading?"
"It's just the diary of an old student."
"Whose?"
"Lukas Canes."
"Never-wait," Harry took his hand and walked him to the end of the aisle. He dropped his Match's hand and continued to lead him. He lead the blonde to the trophy case where a Quidditch trophy and photo sat. "That Lukas Canes?"
He pointed at a boy with dark brown hair and large amber and green eyes standing in green robes next to someone obviously a Malfoy and another boy rather alike him in appearance.
"Yeah, that's him, in the middle. Says he's a Beater and his brother Orlando is a Chaser. Grandfather Dartannian was Keeper, see?"
"That's blonde guys is your grandfather?"
"Yes, he is. Dartannian is the patriarch of the family. He's going to be coming back to England this Christmas." Draco smiled.
He's coming to make sure you don't humiliate the family at the Lucius's birthday. What with your horrible new secret and all. Draco thought to himself and sighed, he stood away from the picture and turned his back to it.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Draco answered, trying to sound honest.
"Draco? As good of a liar as you normally are, that one sucked. Tell me?"
"I don't think so."
"Why not?"
Draco looked up and down the hall. "I don't want to talk about it at all, much, much less in the hallway by the trophy case."
"Tonight then, in the Astronomy tower at a quarter to midnight?"
"I-" Draco didn't want to tell him why, but the allure of seeing Harry again was too strong. "Ok, at a quarter to midnight."
"Good." Harry smiled, checked the hall and placed a short kiss on Draco's cheek before walking away.
Standing there, Draco touched the place where Harry'd kissed him. Poor thing's been soiled by you. The nasty voice in his head snarled and he truly believed it.