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Stars dotted the night sky like delicate freckled, the moon glowing down onto the Hogwarts castle.

The air was icy as winter approached, every gust of wind causing a shock of cold through your bones. It was unusual for the skies of Britain to be this clear, but appreciated for a night like this.

Footsteps behind you caused you to whip around with surprise, eyes falling on Draco. His usually neat platinum hair was messy, pale cheeks flushed and stained with tears. Had he been crying?

“Go away” he hissed firmly, grey eyes narrowing as they landed on you. This was ‘his’ spot after all; the only place in the school where he could relax without Potter breathing down his neck or his ‘friends’— if you could call them at…minions might have been a better word— being idiots.

He didn’t wait for you to get up and leave, silently leaning over the metal balustrade of the Astronomy Tower. You, being sat down, glanced up. Draco sighed, then, surprisingly, let his walls down. The boy sunk to his knees, as if defeated. He must have felt comfortable around you— that or he was just too tired to keep pretending he was ok.

Both were understandable reasons to not shy away from this tender moment. Either way, you decided to let the moment linger.