It was three hours past the witching hour, the time when hearts are at their ebb. Two people stirred in wakeful slumber, their resting minds leaping towards facsimiles of each other. And, in these dreams, they held each other close, twisting and turning around each other.
And when they woke, they each did so with a sigh, the knowledge that a loved one is so far off that they might as well be on the Moon.
Draco Malfoy wandered down to the Common Room, caring little that he wasn't supposed to. From beneath the Black Lake, he stared up at the Moon, wishing for bright blue eyes and long black hair.
Hermione Granger clutched a book to her chest, as she created the stars, reading their names aloud, "Altair, Sirius, Aldebaran." Anything to distract her from the pull of those laughingly clear blue eyes, and that warm wheat-colored hair.
[a/n: As if you needed reminding that they have been fantasizing about disguises... Leave a review!]