Many Circles

Chapter 6: Many Meetings

By: Krylancelo

The trip to the Astronomy tower had been a bit eventful with the flying staircases and laughing pictures at nearly every turn. Edward had just given them a harsh glare and continued on his way. By the time he had reached the tower's entrance, the 15 year old was feeling even more frustrated. The large castle seemed foreign and dark to the boy who was still used to being outside and free. He felt stifled in this atmosphere and couldn't wait to leave.

After a few dozen steps up a spiraling staircase, Ed was on the top of the tower. He opened the last door, and smiled when a chilly breeze hit his face. His hair was sent flying back a bit while he stepped out onto the roof of the tower. He had not expected to see anyone there, or to be accurate. He had desperately hoped no one would be out so late at night.

"Lucky me, I guess it wasn't meant to be." Ed gritted out.

Steel, grey eyes were what met Ed's golden ones in a silent battle of wills.

A moment passed and then the silvery blonde stood up from his perch at the edge of the tower.

"You aren't a familiar face."

"I wouldn't be." Edward said, as he leaned against the closed door.

The other boy had a funny expression on his face. A mix of surprise and curiosly,

"You weren't here last year." At Ed's shake of his head, the boy gave off a sigh of relief. Edward regarded him with mixed emotions, but he pushed them aside and shrugged his shoulders.

"It's a nice night." He said quietly, his eyes now past the grey and onto the silvery darkness of the night.

"Yeah." Grey eyes pulled away from gold to stare at the sky as well.

Another long moment passed as the two boys stared at the sky. Lost in their own thoughts.

"You do recognize the fact that that last bell meant curfew and I am a perfect. I'm supposed to reinforce the rules."

"I don't care about the rules, especially not here. And what's a perfect anyways?"

"Each house has one, though I guess you're not sorted yet. I can give and take some points if I see a student acting out of line. Oh and I can be out this late. Though I guess it can't hurt to ignore a rule every once and a while. Oh, and so you'll know. I'm Draco Malfoy." His face was smug while he said his name.

Ed let out a small smile and replied. "I guess that's my last favor from you, huh? The name's Edward Elric"

"Elric? Who are your parents? Are you purebloods? The name sounds familiar, in a good way." Draco inquired, his curiosity perked.

"My dad doesn't deserve to be named. He was such a small part of my life, and my mom.." Edward's face seemed to have fallen at the mention of her. Draco wondered about that.

"What was her maiden name? Yeah, Trisha Silversword!"

Mom would always say she thought it was too cold of a name, he thought. Ed was so lost in memories that he didn't notice Draco's initial shock!

"S-Silversword! That is an extremely renown pureblood family! Though most times they've gone off to Dumstrang. So I'm surprised you'd come here. "

"Ok, enough. I don't know about all this! She didn't tell us about magic and her family history! We only had her around, and then she got sick and.."

"And?" Draco prompted, then his eyes widened and he looked to the ground. "Oh.. So she never really got a chance to tell you."

"Yeah."

"And you don't know your father?"

"I don't want to know him! He's the worst possible scum on the planet! So the fact that he is even my father should just be-"

At that time, a snow colored owl flew over and Edward stopped short after seeing it.

Draco held out his hand, a ghost of a smile on his face. He removed the parchment from the bird and let it fly off again.

"Why did a bird just?"

"Oh, this. It's owl mail. Good for sending messages over a long distance. You've never seen it?"

"No." Edward said, his voice tired.

Ed gently slid down the wall and sat down while the other boy read his mail after using his wand to have light. Ed sighed when he saw it. It has to be some sort of trick. He reasoned.

By the time he'd finished, the North Star was high in the sky. Draco put his letter away, and trugged over to Edward. He used his foot to nudge the long haired boy. Edward had fallen asleep when the exhaustion from the day caught up to him.

He pushed himself up, using the door for support while Draco looked on.

"It's nearly midnight. Where are you staying anyways?"

"I don't know. I didn't ask."

Draco sighed and felt like he would probally regret saying it for some many reasons, but..

"C'mon, I can transfigure a sofa into a bed and you can sleep in Slytherin house tonight. You seem the type."

"I guess a bed is better than freezing out here."

Thanks for the reviews and putting me on your alerts. I finally wrote something about this. I hope you all like it this way. I will try to write more, my summer has just been too boring to feel like writing. I kind of like writing Ed and Draco chatting together, though Draco may have been a bit too kind. He'll be snarky soon enough.