thirty-four ∆ in the moonlight

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"It's dark; we probably shouldn't go into the forest," Draco said, stopping his horse in it's tracks. "How about we spend the night here? It's quiet enough, and not too close to the townsfolk."

"Okay. That sounds like a plan," Harry agreed, already climbing off his horse.

In an instant, Draco was on the ground, staring up at the stars. Harry sat down beside him in the grass. The moon was nearly full, and illuminated the area in a cool light.

After a bit, Draco turned on his side and said, "It's a bit chilly, don't you think?"

Harry took that as a sign to wrap his arms around Draco, and pull him close. He pressed his nose to his neck for a moment, breathing in his scent before pulling away just enough to look into his eyes.

"Your eyes look just like the moon," Harry murmured.

Draco laughed, and pressed his forehead against Harry's. He didn't say anything.

"How about now? It seems like the perfect time, doesn't it?" Harry asked, surely hoping Draco would say yes.

Draco laughed again. "Under the stars? Sounds a little risque. What if we get caught?"

Harry laced his fingers with Draco's. "So what?" He roughly kissed him, rolling over so that he was on top.

"Harry!" Draco exclaimed, breaking the kiss and playfully punching Harry's strong chest. He was practically giggling at this point.

Harry couldn't keep himself from laughing too, and he connected their lips again. He gripped the grass on either side of Draco's head as they kissed. He didn't know if it was okay to go any further; Draco hadn't really given any signs -- other than laughing like a maniac.

But then, like a hurricane, Draco flipped them over and washed over Harry. He planted kisses all over him, creating a garden on Harry's skin. Draco acted like the sun, shining his light so that Harry could grow.

He felt Draco's fingers in his hair, pulling and prodding as though he were his own personal barber, styling away -- perfectly.

"Why don't we get you out of those tight pants?" Draco whispered into Harry's ear, his breath electrifying Harry's skin as it made contact.

Harry was totally up for that idea. It hadn't even been that long, and already he was beginning to feel constricted by the tightening material.

Draco sat up, allowing him to effectively slip them off. While he was at it, he also pulled off his shirt. He waited for Draco to copy him, but he just sat there, picking at the grass.

"C'mon, it's only fair if your clothes come off, too," Harry said quietly, trailing his hands down to the waistline of Draco's trousers.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about how far we've come," he murmured, and leaned forward to kiss Harry once before slipping off his own clothes.

They sat there for a bit, in the grass, under the moonlight, admiring one another. Harry broke the moment by moving onto Draco, and kissing him softly.

From that moment on, their bodies moved in sync, never once breaking contact. Harry had never felt like he did in those fleeting moments, and he wondered if it was the same for Draco.

Like a moth to the flame of a candle, Harry was drawn further and further into Draco, never once caring about the heat and burning of it all. The flame hardly had time to envelope him, as he was drenched by Draco's waves crashing upon his shore.

When they began to go at each other for a second time that night, he was reminded of his training as a young knight. The blood, sweat, and tears which ultimately led to exhaustion, but never once slowed him down. For he was filled with far too much ecstasy to stop, or even slow down for a second.

Through whispers of the other's name, and silent declarations of love, they became one. Before, they were just two people, trying to escape the treacherous troubles life seemingly continuously threw at them. Now, they were free. Free from their responsibilities; free from their titles; free from impossible expectations set to them by misunderstanding elders.

Crashing, crashing. Walls breaking, tumbling -- falling to the ground. Quaking, shaking.

Stillness and soft breaths.

Enlightening as it was, all Harry wanted when the earth was still again was Draco in his arms, just as he'd been countless nights before.

"I love you, Draco, " Harry whispered into the night, as he held Draco close in a tight embrace. The chill in the air had left long ago, and even as it began to snow, the ground around them stayed warm. Probably magic, but Harry didn't say anything. He didn't think Draco was controlling it, anyway.

At this point, he seemed lost in his own little world. A world in which only he and Harry existed in this one moment, forever.

"Mm, Harry. I don't think I could ever stop," he finally said, quietly.

"Stop what?"

"Loving you," Draco whispered softly, wholeheartedly.

"There's no need to," Harry told him. "We're safe now."

Draco tightened his grip on Harry, and pulled him closer (if that was even possible). Then, he laughed, and it was as though they'd come full circle, back to the beginning of it all.

"We've come so far," Harry said. "Remember that first day, when you were so...harsh?"

"I was not harsh! I was..." Draco thought for a moment. "I was merely skeptical, as I should be."

"And then you went and kissed me that one night," Harry said, a little quieter this time. "Were you skeptical then?"

"I was drunk; I don't remember," Draco replied honestly.

Harry was disappointed by that. "You don't remember our first kiss?"

"No. Now that, I remember." Draco closed his eyes and smiled. "It was like this."

Draco brought his lips to Harry's, and kissed him hard. He pushed Harry back into the grass.

Harry turned his head away, bit his lip, and dramatically whispered, "We shouldn't be doing this. We're both drunk and...and it's unprofessional."

Draco's eyes widened. "Wow, you seriously remembered that whole dumb thing you said."

"Of course I did," Harry laughed. "I don't know how I could ever forget."

Draco rolled to the side, and stared off at the sky again. The stars seemed to shine brighter this time, as Harry looked up from beside him.

They both held hands, as they looked off into the beyond. Harry just nearly caught himself beginning to wonder what was out there, and what could lie on the path ahead.

He turned to face Draco, and was surprised to see him staring back at him.

"Goodnight?" Draco whispered, though it was more of a question.

Harry turned on his side. "Goodnight."

They both slept peacefully that night. And even as their hands slowly fell apart, the rest of them drifted together until they were fully enveloped in each other's arms.

"Let's go home," was all Draco said to Harry the next morning. They both couldn't stop smiling, though, and that's what made all the difference.

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