In Your Yellow Face
The darkness surrounds them, pushing in from all sides, threatening to suffocate the two boys as they lie huddled together. Harry squints, and then giggles.
Blaise's hand tightens around a fistful of tangled black hair. His face contorts in his sleep, as he scowls.
Harry giggles again, reaching out one hand to trace the black boy's features, and then rests his own face against it. Their life-breath mingles and Harry can feel warm water condensing on his cheeks and mouth and chin.
One of Blaise's eyes opens carefully and all that he can see is the green of Harry's eyes and the pale, pale skin that surrounded them.
His teeth bared, he snarls, and jerks away from the younger boy. Harry just giggles again and rolls off the bed, creeping back to his own.
The sun pokes up over the horizon, and the other boys begin to wake, but stay silently in bed until Mrs. Delaney comes to wake them all for breakfast, her yellow-skinned and smiling face poking around the doorway and gently telling the boys to come downstairs.
Blaise lingers behind when she's just left the room, and goes over to Harry's bed. He flops over onto his back and smiles widely, reaching an arm and dragging his index finger down Blaise's face, stopping when it reaches the older boy's bottom lip.
Harry giggles. Blaise curls his fingers through Harry's, and tugs him out of bed.