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Peek-a-boo!

Drarry

Draco's PoV

 I sat on the tallest rampart of the astronomy tower, just drinking in the sights. Above me glittered millions of stars, echoes of long-forgotten days. Sometimes, when I felt like everything was too much, and my problems were too much for me to handle,I came up here and reminded myself that some of these stars were suns that had already become a supernova, exploding in a myriad of colours, so many light-years away that we wouldn't see it until I was long gone.

Feeling calmer already, I began to lie back when a pair of pale hands suddenly covered my eyes. I sighed, wishing that I could tell Pansy, and my dad, and well, everyone really, about me and Harry and my sexuality.

"Guess who?" screeched a nasally high-pitched voice from behind me.

"Hmm, I don't know! who could it be?"I heard a giggle from behind me and sighed, forced to play along.

My father had this grand plan for me. I would marry Pansy, buy a mansion and work my way up through the Ministry until I was Senior Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic. Then I would slip them poison and take the position myself. All with the insufferable Parkinson beside me.

I gagged, thinking about a lifetime with Pansy made me physically ill. I tried to get this awkward moment over with as soon as possible so I could return to waxing philosophical whilst staring up into the great abyss of space. 

"Hmm, it couldn't be... wait no! Is it...... Pansy?"

Suddenly there was a burst of genuine laughter behind me, and I flinched. It sounded almost... male!

"Potter, is that you baby?" I asked, and suddenly the hands were lifted off my eyes and a head of black scraggly hair entered my view, swooping in to kiss me fiercely. 

I sighed again, contentedly this time, and when Harry moved off me he said, "Peek-a-boo!"

I looked past him and saw that he had brought some kind of cylindrical blanket and food that came in brightly coloured bags. My face lit up; I was curious about all things muggle. I moved closer and inspected the bags. 

"Ch-ee-toss? Tw-is-ties" I queried and Harry moved past me, explaining the concept of sleeping bags and Cheeto's to me in his calm, sweet voice, which invaded my ears like molasses in a pastry, calming me down. Before he even started on Twisties, I was lying in my sleeping bag gazing up at the stars once more, warm this time, with my boyfriend beside me.

A/N so this was a bit odd (but not as odd as the next two I've got planned ) but I hope you liked it. I hope you have/had a great day, and to any Australian or New Zealanders, happy ANZAC day! I played the last post on my trumpet on our driveway today, and I hope you are managing to do something nice today :D