It is not an understatement to say that Draco did not enjoy dragging a very heavy Harry Potter through Hogwarts. The eerie rustles and flutters of magical interiors and the layered history so proudly embedded throughout the castle…were all sliced open by the horrid sound of Harry's trainers scraping on the floor. With much difficulty, Draco manoeuvred Harry out of the trophy room, away from the metal objects that would, if knocked, clatter like bombs.
When the Gryffindor and the Slytherin reached the Entrance Hall, Draco inspected every direction, scanning ideas as they fell upon him. The marble staircase seemed endless with the moonlight dragging down its expanse, forming long thing shadows on every step. Ideally, he would take Potter to the come and go room but the idea of pulling Potter all the way to the seventh floor was deeply unwelcoming to Draco's already throbbing arms. According to all the empty archways and silence drifting through the air, Malfoy could go anywhere in the castle…
A stroke of wonderful inspiration jumped into the blonde boy's mind.
Draco dropped the Gryffindor in the middle of the hall, not really caring if Harry would get anymore hurt, as he ran in the desired direction. He fed his way through the raging darkness making chills run through his spine due to the gripping cold.
'Just what I expected,' Draco thought ecstatically, flutters flying in his stomach as he drowned for a moment in the surrounding beauty he had plunged into. Draco then ran back to the knocked out boy, his footsteps tapping away behind him. The blonde gripped Harry's side and supported all of his weight before dragging him…into the Great Hall.
Not a single soul in this world can comprehend this astounding combination of classic wizarding architecture and the overwhelming sight of a clear heaven, unless they have seen it for themselves. Even if the ceiling was not a gateway, the interior of the hall was magnificent enough. Carved out of stone, the curvature and detail in the walls were always splendid in the candlelight. However, at this moment, no man-made haze was any where; there were only the stars. Even at a second glance, Draco could not help but glue his eyes upwards as he carried Potter again to the centre of the hall. The midnight blue spilled over the walls and floor like paint. Sprinkles of random colours of every end of the spectrum scattered all over the ceiling, shimmering in unison, blinking madly, as Draco raked his eyes over them. Not a single cloud in sight.
It was like something from a fantasy, this split world.
Draco placed Harry down on the ground as he took of his own robes, revealing a pale shirt and expensive khaki trousers. With a clever spell, Draco thickened the material of his Hogwarts robes. He draped it on the ground before rolling Harry onto it, so he was facing upwards.
The Slytherin was about to lie down also but he paused to watch Harry breath. The starlight made Harry's face luminous in a bluish haze while his chest rose and fell. The dips in Harry's jaw and the shadow under his chin were drawn out using navy colouring. Harry's eyelashes fluttered as though he sensed Draco slide beside him, not once taking his eyes off Harry's face. Harry Potter currently looked like a man carved out of the smoothest blue stone.
Draco turned to look at the pearls, rubies and sapphires knitted to the sky in their thousands. He would not wake Harry; he was too intrigued as to what his first words would be when he saw where Draco had brought him.
Darkness is always odd when your eyes are shut. It is quite forced and feels almost unnatural.
Harry knew he was awake but he refused to entertain the slight throb in his forehead (for once not where his scar was) by opening his eyes straight away.
Instead, he lay there for a while, hoping the sensation would eventually leave him.
After a few more moments of hesitation, Harry quivered his eyes open slightly and was glad to see his glasses were somehow still on. The first sight Harry saw was like a smudged painting; too many colours hit his senses at once. It seemed to be hazy and shifted in and out of thick reams of black. Interested, Harry opened his eyes fully and felt his jaw unhinge.
Someone wonderful must have placed Harry outside, in the middle of nowhere, away from muggle infestation with their cars, electricity and pollution. They had lay him down on hard ground and cut open the sky...so he could see everything the universe could offer. The astounded Harry grazed his eyes over the clusters of twinkling stars and breathed in heavy bates of warm air. He had not witnesses something so enchanting for a very long time.
"...Am...Am i dead?" Harry asked the sky, feeling woozy.
"Yes." A slurry voice to Harry's left said.
The Gryffindor beamed when he recognized the voice causing blood to rush to Harry's face and a cold rush to soar down to the small of his back. 'Who else drawled like that?'
"Really?" Harry asked smiling whilst watching a thick light blue ream of stars glow.
"Oh yes, definitely." Draco replied. Harry sensed him move around next to him; sure enough, Malfoy had propped himself up an elbow as to look into Harry's face. The dark-haired teenager still watched the ceiling even though he could see bright blonde hair in the corner of his eye.
"How did I die?"
"You banged your head on a shelf in a broom cupboard."
Harry turned his head to watch the oddly blue Draco lie back down next to him, glancing into Harry's green eyes when he was once again completely on the floor. His porcelain skin mixed in with the night sky and his light eyes mirrored the Great Hall ceiling.
"It was so tragic." Draco Malfoy said slowly, with a gentle smirk.
Harry chuckled, not knowing Draco's eyes glazed at the sight.
"Weasley was so distraught." Draco continued, as he turned to watch the heavens. "He cried for days."
The open ceiling floated by with it's multi-coloured balls of lights, each blinking happily as the boys grew quite. After a while, Draco spoke again. "You know, the Weasel was so lonely that he had sex with Granger's demon cat, much to Granger's dismay."
Harry laughed so loudly in his husky tone that the sound rolled through the hall and echoed back profoundly. Draco grinned and asked, "I wonder for whom she felt the loss."
The dashing blond turned to look at Harry again when Harry pointed out, "You're mad."
Draco smiled. "Apparently, about you."
The boys faced each other, a burn floating on both of their cheeks.
"Let's talk," Harry said, his expression quite rigid with an air of authority.
The smile was still stuck on Draco's face. "What else are we doing?" Malfoy shifted closer to Potter. "That's all anyone ever does is talk and talk." His gaze trailed up the glowing features on Harry's face. "But fine, I give you the honourable pleasure of conversing with me.
"Lucky me," Harry said flatly, looking away.
Draco frowned slightly. "I wouldn't be in such a huff, Potter. So many would pay thousands of galleons to have the chance of a conversation with me."
"I'm sure."
"They would."
"Yes, that's why I said 'I'm sure.'"
"You were being sarcastic."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm pretty sure."
"Well I wasn't."
"...Sure you weren't." Draco grinned turning to look up once again, etching his line of sight through a smudged red explosion of glittering dust resting near the centre of the navy blue.
"So, what do you want to talk about?" Draco asked earnestly.
"Ummm," Harry replied, searching for a shooting star. "About us?"
Draco paused. "Us?"
"Yes, us." Harry finished, glancing briefly at the Slytherin before being magnetized back to the view. Moments slipped by as the two wizards from the rival houses lay side by side, tiny specks laying in the great expanse of the old halls.
"I think we should go somewhere else." Harry said after a while. When Draco ignored him, he added, "We could get caught."
"...So?" Draco replied.
Harry furrowed his eyebrows as he considered what to say and huffed at Draco's typical insolence. He wanted him to see reason.
"We-..." Harry stopped and reason seemed to leave his state of mind also when he saw Draco move even closer to him. His heartbeat went into overdrive and the stars seemed to shine brighter. Regardless, Harry tried again.
"Umm, ...we-" Malfoy smirked when he head Harry gasp at the feel of the sharp skin on skin contact. Heavy breathing followed when Draco started nibbling on his left ear.
"We...aaaaah...we...we..."
A cold hand slid through Harry's robes and stroked his bare stomach causing ever hair on Harry's body to stand on full alert. Excitement flooded through him. His sentence was completely obliviated from his memory when a tender tongue ran a freezing trail up Harry's neck.
Harry turned his head slowly to face Draco, causing a pointy nose to move across Harry's cheek. The Gryffindor grinned as he watched the pair of grey eyes grow wider as Harry began to lean towards him. Flush breath caressed Harry's mouth as his grin grew wider; he knew Draco was anticipating his move. The hand in Harry's robes moved to his waist, gripping him gently. Harry Potter angled his head teasingly but did not touch Draco any further. He heard an angry sigh.
"Potter, stop smiling and playing around, and fucking kiss me before I get bored."
