yellow [drarry]

two.

"Your skin
Oh yeah, your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful"

He's so pretty. Harry thought to himself watching Draco from across the room.

Hermione nudged Harry's shoulder.

"You're staring again."

Harry focused on the parchment in front of him.

A paper crane flew through the class room and landed on Harry's desk.

Harry looked at Hermione, who had her head down, writing.

Hesitantly, Harry opened the crane.

There's something I think you should see. Astronomy tower. Midnight.

The note wasn't signed.

Harry gulped and looked around the classroom.

Everyone's head was down.

Except Malfoy's, he was whispering something to Parkinson.

—

On the other side of the classroom...

"Parkinson did he read it?" Draco whispered.

"Yeah, he's trying to find out who it was. Why didn't you sign it?" The Slytherin asked.

"Because if he knew it was me, he wouldn't come."