DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Harry Potter or any of its characters. I also do not make any money from this.
WARNINGS: Yaoi (male x male), Yuri (female x female) adult topics, swearing, sexual scenes and violence.
This has not been Beta'd.
PAIRINGS: Ron x Hermione, Blaise x Cho, Neville x Ginny, Saito (OC) x Draco
'text' is thought
"text" is talking
Hidden Element
Chapter 21: Moon And Sun
Elementals:
Ice and Void – Draco Malfoy
Fire – Pansy Parkinson
Earth – Blaise Zabini
Nature – Cho Chang
Light – [Name]
The Forgotten:
Electricity – Saito Blackstar (OC)
[Element] – Carsly Hendricks (OC)
[Element] – [Name]
Water - Yasmin DiAngelo
Wind - Miya Hendricks (OC)
Draco hugged his knees loosely, eyes in Harry's direction. He hadn't planned on meeting Harry one-on-one so soon. What had changed? Harry was brooding. He had never liked it when Harry struck this mood. The walls would chill, the sky would become grey and light seemed to diminish. The lights off and the warmth gone, that's how Harry liked to think. His eyes a dull jade through the shadows.
He remembered those few moments sickeningly well. For some reason, he couldn't leave Boy Wonder to his own whims when they would lead him down a path of negativity. Harry rarely ever got depressed, but when he did, he pulled out all the stops.
"Sirius?"
Harry cradled his head, elbows neatly perched upon folded legs.
"No." Through the dimness, he could barely make out one hollowed cheek. Harry was biting the inside of its flesh. A sign of nervousness. Draco winced as he took a gamble at the subject of said emotion.
"Is it me?" Harry lowered his hands, head turning to stare at the empty fire. He had no idea how to answer, let alone breach the subject. He had had a speech prepared, one he forgot the minute Draco had made his presence known. They stewed in an uncomfortable silence as each thought of a way to begin some form of conversation.
"I know you didn't mean it," Draco stumbled, lifting his head from his knees. "The way you said goodbye, I mean."
Harry gulped, how was one supposed to stay composed when Draco just threw them both in the deep end like that?
"I am sorry." He decided finally, flitting through his mind to carefully seek out the right words to say. "What I said... I was angry."
"Why?"
"Because of all the loops in my life, I had never expected to be left out of yours. I was angry, I guess, because I didn't understand and disappointed that, for once, I couldn't read you like a book, couldn't completely comprehend how you felt about it. Looking back on it now, the way I handled it just seems so childish."
"It was." Draco smiled softly. Harry felt the night air sparkle with the twinkling of bells, his heart thudding so hard it might escape his chest. Never had he imagined to see that smile again, especially aimed in his direction.
"But I wanted you to know, Harry, that even though it hurt, I understood why you did it. Admittedly I started off angry, but I'm not anymore. Had I been in your situation, I probably would have done the same thing." Harry stared for a long while. He should have known, that out of anyone he'd ever met, Draco always knew the reason why he did things.
Of course he'd understand.
Harry hesitated, before he let out the next sentence with a sense of relief.
"I went back, you know. I wanted to undo what I said, but by the time I got back to the room, you'd already left."
"I know." Harry blinked in shock at the almost whispered response.
"Draco... I..." Draco hushed him, looking out the window at the stars he had always adored.
"Did you know, that we are related to the stars? Star-stuff, that's what we should be called." For what seemed a second in time, Draco turned his head to the side, eyes peeking at him shyly through silvery bangs.
"You always were the best person to watch the stars with. I'm glad that you're feeling better now." Harry had forgotten his unhappy thoughts, and found himself with a new-found respect for the star-lover. He had gone out of his way, to cheer up the Boy who had hurt his heart.
He couldn't help but smile as a slither of moon passed Draco's seemingly silver hair. It was the moon that had sustained him for five years without the blonde. It had always held one of his most cherished memories, and forever will.
*Memory start*
"You're like the moon." Harry decided, arm stretched around the blond's cloaked shoulders. It had been the day after Draco relinquished all that was his past life. He had been in a isolated mood ever since. Harry, being the only one that seemed to get a word out of him, had decided a moonlit picnic was in need of the occasion.
"Don't mock me," The blond snorted. He was not in the mood for this, yet no one seemed to leave him alone.
"No, really, you're like the moon. See, the moon goes through different phases; new moon, crescent moon and full moon. Your moods differ just like the many phases of the moon. Sometimes, you get in such weird moods... you may look upset, but you're mostly happy or vice versa. When you're a new moon you're just gone. You're not happy. Like now."
Draco hummed thoughtfully. Loose translation: Harry had been worried about him. It made him happy to think that Harry was trying. He decided to cut him some slack, after all, the glistening reflections of the lake and the boy beside him made it hard to remember there had been anything wrong at all. They only served as a reminder as to why he had decided to take a 'career' change.
"What do you think I am now?" Harry stared at the moon, its silver radiance making him look as if he were glowing.
"I'd say you're a full moon right now." He tilted his head against that of Draco's, eyes closing, listening to him breathing.
"You know," Draco mustered, "The moons phases depend on how close or far the sun is. Because the moons glow is actually the suns reflecting light." Harry opened his eyes lazily, not fully comprehending what the blond meant. "If I'm the moon then you're my sun."
Harry moved back so that he could see Draco's face. The blond placed his chin on Harry's left shoulder and sighed. Correction to what he had thought earlier, now the night was perfect. He couldn't believe what was happening… it felt too good to be true.
There, underneath the moon and the stars, like a shattering comet, they had shared their first kiss.
Soft lips had met slightly moistened ones in a fleeting second of feather-light hope, before pressing in harder. Close lipped, gentle, and unimaginably heart wrenching in its sugar coated simplicity.
*Memory end*
"You think they'll be alright?" Hermione whispered in worry. She sat on the third top step, with view enough into the living room to see the two now comfortably sitting in silence. Ron's arms rubbed her stomach from their rested position round her waist. He sat on the stair above hers, resting his head on the top of hers, his bare chest pressed against her long sleeve pyjama top.
"I don't know 'Mione, but I know we have to stay out of it." She bit her lower lip and turned so she could see her fiancé clearly.
"Were we ever that stupid?" He laughed softly so as not to disturb the two below. Removing one hand from her trim waist, he cupped a cheek, slowly caressing its smooth skin.
"Of course we were. At least, I know I was." Hermione couldn't help but snort; she still remembered the Lavender incident all too well.
"We argued, but we grew stronger from it,"he stated. "We disagreed, but we learned how to compromise. We sometimes didn't talk for days, yet absence makes the heart grow fonder. The funny thing about love is that you have to make a few slip ups along the way to fully appreciate it. I know most of it has to do with the fact that I'm me and you're you, and that we just seem to fit and make sense for the most part, but so do they."
"I bet I'm the only one who knows you're such a romantic. You make it sound like we're soul mates." She smiled softly, a hand, running up Ron's arm to gently trail up and down his neck. He could only stare at her in complete adoration, something he rarely did in public.
"Aren't we?"
XxHushHushxX: So glad you liked it! I'm hoping to let him down gently. There will be epic battle scenes!