A/N: Second drabble. Also a Harry/Draco slash. Don't like, don't read.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.

Draco softly caressed the dark hair of his lover. It was so strange that Harry, the champion of good, had black hair, while he, a child of evil, had almost white hair. The thought of it made him smirk.

He closed his eyes and listened to the deep breathing of sleep coming from the boy laying on his chest. It was at times like this that he was at peace with the world. It was a times like this that nothing seemed to matter but the love he felt for this boy.

It was at times like this that he forgot his hatred of his father.

A/N: R/R please!