The shadow of a lone figure stood out against the moonlit battlements of the west tower. The figure looked up and pointed it's wand at two objects, not clearly visible, suspended in mid-air on top of the east tower across the valley. If one looked closely, and squinted a bit, and turned a little to the left, they might have been able to see two intense, tiny, green specks on one of the oddly shaped objects.
The lone finger whispered something to himself and the two objects in the distance rose a bit higher in the air and soared towards him. Once they landed, one could see that it was two boys falling from the sky. A dark-haired boy and a red-head, panting slightly, had just landed.
"Draco?" Harry inquired, amazed that he was still alive.
Ron stayed silent, thinking intently, apparently absolutely unaware of his surroundings or Draco.
"Yeah," Draco looked up from the ground to meet Harry's eyes.
"Thanks," Harry said. Gratified, he smiled. Draco Black just saved his life. Could he now be considered a friend? Harry would never have been friends with a Malfoy, but a Black… Yes, Draco Black could be considered a friend of Harry Potter… He had saved Harry's life tonight and Ron's…
Harry looked up at Draco's staring blue eyes. Draco looked a little odd. He seemed a bit paler and his face looked a bit more strained. Maybe it was just the light and the time of day. It was probably early morning now. Harry could see the sky beginning to lighten.
"Harry," Ron whispered in his ear, "You saved my life…"
Harry jumped. Ron sounded… almost as if he was trying to be… seductive? He couldn't have changed so much. He was just tired, probably very confused.
"Don't mention it," Harry relied awkwardly, while pulling away from Ron as far as possible without seeming rude, "`Shall we get going now?"
"Yes, let's," replied Draco, apparently quite keen on getting out of this situation, "ACCIO BROOMS!"
Two brooms flew through the air towards Harry and Draco. Harry realized that he would be forced to share a broom with Ron. "Draco, come over here," Harry whispered, trying to make sure Ron didn't hear, which wasn't that hard, because Ron, at the moment, was sitting against the wall, imagining something rather grotesque and groaning a little.
"Draco, I can't ride a broom with Ron. He's acting strange to me, he doesn't seem to notice you though."
"I – I …" Harry felt awful and he could almost see the inner turmoil Draco was experiencing, "Alright! Ron!" he shouted to Ron as Ron looked up, "On my broom, Ron! Now!"
Ron looked shocked, "Draco! Draco Malfoy! You! You put me through this! You didn't help me when I needed it!" he sounded infuriated, just noticing Draco, "I want Harry! Not you…" He said I bit quieter.
"What's he talking about, Black?" asked Harry curiously.
Draco's face showed no definable expression, "Not sure, I think he's delusional." Before Harry could object, Draco stunned Ron and attached him with a sticking charm to his broom and shoulders.