Under The Stars

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They met at midnight. Under the tree. At the lake. It had been like that for the past few months. Draco used to come here on his own every night until one day Harry noticed and went after him. He just sat down next to the taller boy and they watched the reflection of the sky in the dark water. Together, yet in complete silence. After a few nights, Harry started talking. Just casual things, about his day, Quidditch, something he saw in the newspapers...

It took Draco a long time to get comfortable enough around Harry to talk to him. But when he finally did, the silence was suddenly filled with whispering and chuckling and even a few giggles and laughs here and there.

When Harry touched Draco for the first time, the blond guy flinched back and didn't talk that night. The raven haired boy understood that Draco needed his time, so he agreed with going at a slow pace. He would sometimes brush his hand against Draco's or place his hand on his shoulder or back for a brief moment. Draco got used to it and eventually started to really like Harry's soft touches. He allowed Harry to brush their knees together and he also let the smaller guy rest his head on his shoulder. Sometimes Harry woukd run his hand through Draco's hair or rest it on his cheek and the blond boy would react to that by closing his eyes and blushing with a small smile.

They got really close after some time and even tho they didn't talk during the day, the night was always a really special time for the both of them. They were looking forward to it because they enjoyed each others company and the ability to just be theirselves.

One evening Harry arrived a bit early and he, much to his suprise, found a sniffling Draco already sitting on his usual spot. Harry sat down in front of him and gave him an asking look. Slowly, the taller guy rolled up his sleeve and revealed the dark mark on his left arm. Harry smiled sadly, he then covered Draco's arm again and started playing with his hair mindlessly. Draco locked his grey eyes with the beautiful green ones in front of him and he felt relief rush over him. The smaller boy was still there. He didn't hate him, he didn't leave. And Draco was holding onto that information because he knew; If it wasn't for Harry he'd be either dead or out of his mind by now.

With a sigh he got up, Harry looked confused but he did the same. Draco took a deep breath and then did something Harry wouldn't ever have expected; The taller guy wrapped his arms around the dark haired boy and held him close, burying his head in the crook of Harry's neck. Harry of course hugged him back tight and he felt his heart skip a beat as he heard a muffled "Thank you".

That night, they didn't talk. They just spent the whole time cuddling and comforting each other. And maybe that was a good thing to do, because they had time to think about all that had happened. And so neither of them was suprised when they got up as the sun started to rise and kissed each other goodbye. It just kind of happened. And in that moment they were the happiest men alive.

AN: Feel free to point out my spelling mistakes and grammatic errors, there might be some since English isn't my first language :) Also, I'd love to hear your thoughts about this very first Drarry Oneshot of mine ;) I hope you enjoyed it, see ya soon hopefully! x