Umm, I have not written Harry Draco in a LONG time, but its my unavoidable favorite!

DON'T TAKE THIS SUPER UBER SERIOUSLY

I just needed to get this off my chest.

Here we go!

Wait, disclaimer!

Disclaimer: Uh, how can I own something that does not technically exist, so uh, there!

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It was a silent Sunday, gloomy from the mornings shower, the lake murky and dark, deep with secrets and wonders.

It was a place secluded from the rest; rocks surrounded the island forest, havened by fog throughout the year.

The young blonde really thought he was alone out here in the wild. He was never bothered by the pestering past or unruly future; they could not find him here.

He watched as the waves moved and the birds chirped, he felt peaceful and at ease, and wanted to stay forever. However, what he did not realize was that he was not alone.

He suddenly felt the presence of another, and turned to see who it was and upon seeing, willed up a sneer up on his face.

"Potter" he said coolly, trying to ignore his existence.

"Malfoy" Harry let slip out softly, almost kindly; he slipped down next to Malfoy, looking at the blonde next to him. The boy was obviously ignoring him, but did not protest his presence.

I silence insued that did not need breaking, Harry just gazed over the lithe figure next to him. It was in dark jeans, a strong green turtle neck, paled in the fog. His ivory hair was down, no product; his face seemed flawless, perfect. His lips were pink, almost red from the cold, as was the tip of his nose.

Then, Harry needed to break there peaceful silence, no fear of the shattering.

"Why, do you come here?" he asked softly, turning his head towards the boy next to him.

"To be...alone." However, he returned the gaze with eyes the color of he sky, blue gray and misty.

"Me to." Harry said as they held there gaze.

"Why, do we need to be alone?"

It had been a silent gaze stretched far through eternity before Draco asked this question.

"Because, we already are, we just...don't know it." Harry replied softly. He saw the boy next to him eyes well, and then he turned to Harry and utter something he could not to this day; comprehend, until it was too late.

"Harry, I don't want to be alone."

And for the time being, thankfully, neither was alone anymore.

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Hey, this was kind of out there, but I needed to get that out of my head, Ya know, I will be pursuing things more, but I like this oneshot!

Really short, but you get the idea!

I know, giant Cliché, well, life needs clichés sometimes, and I couldn't keep that dammed one in my head!