Footsteps. Harry silently cursed himself for not bringing his invisibility cloak. He was up on the astronomy tower and assumed that it was around three in the morning. Harry stood up quickly only to be face to face with Draco Malfoy. His face had red splotches on it that Harry could barely see in the moonlight. Malfoy. He greeted.
Potter. The malice that was usually in his voice ceased to exist. His voice was hoarse, like he hadnt spoke in years. What are you doing here?
Nightmares. He replied. Malfoy nodded, understanding the feeling of wanting to get away after dreaming of the war. Harry sat back down, looking out over the lake. Well, sit down and you can start taunting me. He patted the stone floor beside him.
To tell you the truth, Im tired of fighting. Malfoy replied as he made his way over to Harry. Lets just talk.
Harry looked at him once he sat down, grinning slightly. I would like that. Malfoy grinned back and Harry decided he looked quite handsome when he wasnt scowling. Malfoy rolled up his sleeves to reveal his fading Dark Mark which had already turned back to a dull red. I thought-
Me too. Malfoy interrupted, guessing what Harry was going to say. All it did was fade. He looked sadly down at his arm.
And theres no way to remove it?
Malfoy shook his head. Ive done tons of research and theres nothing.
Maybe we could talk to McGonagall maybe- He was interrupted again.
No, Harry. If were going to talk youre going to have to resist the urge to try and help me.
You just called me Harry. He said after a moment. Malfoy rolled his eyes. Okay. I promise to not try and help you, Draco. Harry swore he saw the corner of his lips twitch. He moved a bit closer to the blonde haired boy. Why did you do it? He asked a bit more serious.
Draco sighed. Well, thats just what everyone expected of me. He shuffled uncomfortably under Harrys gaze. He was angry at my father because of the prophecy. So he approached me with a task and a spot in his league of followers. I accepted it. To protect my family. You cant just turn down the Dark Lord without consequences. What else was I supposed to do? His voice was now just above a whisper.
I think you behaved admirably. Harry stated.
You wouldntve done the same.
To save my family? Sure, I would.
Draco slowly looked up at him. Really? Saviour of the Wizarding world would become a Death Eater to save his family? I always thought you were more of a bigger picture kind of guy. He teased. Harry grimaced at the title Draco gave him. You okay? I didnt mean to offend you. He said quickly after noticing the expression on Harrys face.
No its not that. Just that Saviour of the Wizarding world doesnt bode well with me. He reassured him, which seemed to calm him down.
Harry noticed Draco moving a little closer so that their crossed legs were almost touching. Wait, so you dont like being famous? Harry shook his head. I just always assumed-
You and everyone else.
Sorry. Draco muttered.
Sokay. I understand why people think that. Though sometimes I wish I could get rid of this bloody scar. He scooted just that bit closer so that their knees were touching. Its like a big flashing sign.
You wanna talk about a big flashing sign? Draco challenged by gesturing to his left forearm. They both chuckled lightly and somehow came to now be leaning against each other. The boys went on talking for a while longer until they saw the sky start to lighten. We should probably go back to our dorms. Draco advised and made to get up.
Wait. Harry grabbed his hand and pulled him back down. Lets watch the sunrise together. Draco blushed when Harry intertwined their fingers, but despite the heat flooding his face he still placed his head on Harrys shoulder.
They sat in silence and watched the magnificent sunrise, Draco falling asleep on Harry about five minutes in. When Harry realised this he smiled lightly to himself. This was the first moment since the war ended where Harry actually believed everything might be alright.
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