For Megan - I hope you like it! :)

Also for the Sherlock Competition (A Scandal In Belgravia, prompt 12) and the Quidditch League Fanfiction Competition

He knew they didn't want to believe it. He didn't either – if he hadn't seen it in Voldemort's mind, he would have been happy to feign ignorance. There was a reason he hadn't argued with them when he had suggested the very same place, months ago.

Hogwarts was his first real home. Having Dumbledore's grave desecrated on its grounds had been bad enough, but to think of one of Voldemort's horcruxes lying there for who knows how long – the thought of it was enough to make him shudder.

But that had been then. Now they knew without a shadow of a doubt that it was to Hogwarts that they had to go, and there was no more time for denial. Hermione and Ron are making sure that the Order and Dumbledore's Army get the message. He should be helping them, he knows that – but his mind is occupied with something else altogether.

Draco Malfoy had never been anything less than an enigma to him, ever since the two of them had truly first met of the Hogwarts Express. Sometimes, when he was feeling fanciful, he liked to think of them as two stars, destined to forever gaze upon each other but never meet, not until the both of them went nova.

He wasn't Ron. He knew himself – and he was almost horrifically aware of the people he and Draco could have been, had it not been for Voldemort, had it not been for the war.

A part of him had once hoped that maybe, after everything was over – but even then, he had known it was a fools' hope. He wasn't idiotic enough to believe that he was going to walk out of this battle alive. He would take Voldemort down, but he was well aware of what it would cost him.

So he was willing to let Ron and Hermione do the work. They weren't consciously aware of it, but somewhere even they knew the price he was going to have to pay before a full twenty-four hours were over.

It was odd, he mused as stared up at the stars, how the most unimportant information would suddenly become the only things a person could think of. For some reason, lying down here was bringing back all his half-remembered memories from Astronomy, and he found himself tracing out the constellations in his mind.

Somewhere, either in a castle in Scotland or an ancient manor in Wiltshire, there was a young man who was possibly tracing out the same outlines as he was. That was something that he had realised in the long hours he had spent staring at the Marauders Map, pretending he was looking out for Ginny even though both of them were aware that they weren't going to get back together after the war, even if he survived by some unthinkable miracle. Draco spent a good portion of his nights outside, and his dot hardly ever moved – he was either asleep during those times, or staring at the sky like Harry currently was.

"Harry!"

Ron's voice pulled him out of his thoughts. "Coming!" he replied. He still had a job left to complete.

But before he pulled himself up from the grass, he whispered his greatest secret into the world. After all, this was possibly the only chance he would ever get to confess all his regrets.

"Goodbye, Draco."

He refused to think about his mother. She had given him her wand – and if she got caught in the heat of the battle…Well, there was a reason why he has forcing himself to keep her out of his mind.

Instead, he let his mind wander to what seemed to have become his favourite topic to think about this past year. The past few months, ever since the incident at the Manor, had only served to make him even more fixated.

It was stupid (stupid, stupid, stupid) to even think of him, but Draco's thoughts had always been drawn to him, ever since he had first met him at Madame Malkin's. He knew he wasn't the only one who felt the tension fraught with possibilities between them – they had always had the potential to be so much more than childhood enemies.

He had always been Potter to him, but Draco couldn't help but imagine what it would have been like if only he had had the chance to become Harry. He shouldn't – it's a betrayal – but he can't help but imagine a different world. One without the Dark Lord – one where the Malfoy name means nothing.

(Even though he loves the man, he imagines a world where he wasn't raised around his father, his traitorous mind whispers. Because Dark Lord or not, Draco is well aware that Lucius would never accept his son's feelings.)

But that isn't his world, and this one is. His world is one in which he sneaks into Hogwarts to fight on a side he doesn't care about.

Before he takes his final step to enter the castle, he takes a last look at the stars. The fate of the world will be decided today – but no matter what happens, he's well aware that today will also almost certainly destroy all the possibilities.

This will be their last goodbye, even if he doesn't know it the way that Draco does.

"Goodbye, Potter."

With that, he turns and walks into a castle which stopped being his home nearly two years ago. He has a job to do, and his mother is counting on it – he won't fail, not for all the possibilities in the world.

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