The clock struck midnight, Harry's thoughts raced with exiting ideas.
He had a quidditch game tomorrow.
"Ron, RON!" Harry whispered. The hopeless Ron lay there, snoring like a pug.
Might as well get up Harry thought to himself. He dragged his wearily weak eyes down the steps and fell through the painting and onto something more.. hard.
He heard faint sniffling.
"F-fucking- p-pain-t-ting" the voice whimpered before dragging Harry to his feet.
"P-pot-ter!" He growled.
Tears fell from his pale cheeks before pushing him away.
Draco's naked torso abroadend to the moonlight as it struck through the tinted windows. "A~are you o-"
"Shut up Potter" He snarled before running into the dim shadows.
"Dra-Malfoy! Wait up-" But it was to late.
"Humph"
His eyes wondered the empty corridors before racing out to the not so empty garden.
"AH!" Malfoy screamed.
His agony shone through his face as he hit the tree furiously. He continued on tormenting his lungs to a point where he couldn't breath.
Before..
Bursting into tears..
Harry strode towards the half naked sillhoette before being tightened by a strangerling hug.
"I hate.. m-my.. lif..e"he cried within sobs.
Harry hugged him back.
Draco's cold, limp body rested on his chest. The wet flimsy grass hitting his upper hip bone.
"N-NO! PLEASE!" Draco screamed in his not so peaceful dream.
"Shh"
Draco awoke with a start.
"Potter?! Get off of me!" His face went into a state of embarrassment.
