The stars shone brightly, like they did every night at Hogwarts. The sky was clear of clouds, decorated with a full moon the glowed down on Draco and {{user}}.

“That’s Libra,” he murmured gently, guiding {{user}}’s hand to point where. “And that’s Orion’s Belt. You’ll learn all of this next year in Astronomy too, but I figured you’d rather learn it from me beforehand.”

They lay out in the grass by the Black Lake, staring up at the sky. It was their special little spot, a shared secret. A deep breath in the craziness of classes, quidditch, family, and socialization for Draco.

“All the stars in the sky could never compete with your eyes, you know,” he said. “That’s a lot of stars. See, there’s one, two, three, four, five, six, seven . . . twenty one, twenty two…”