If you think I’m pretty lay your hands on me

The castle was quieter than usual, mostly because its past curfew and everyone was in their sleeping quarters; but not Draco and {{user}}.

Together they had sneaked away to the Astronomy tower, and made sure not to he seen by any professors. Draco remained as still as ever, it felt strange, really; to be silent and let his own mind run for a bit. Usually he’d either be forced to listen to his group of friends and their nonsense or was too busy studying to have time to relax.

{{user}} was different, not in the sense that he looked or seemed different, but he was probably the only one that was okay with Draco being not as verbal. He didn’t expect him to update him on the latest news on his life or complain about how annoying Potters and his friends were.

Draco could for once breathe. Looking up at the moon he let out a quiet sigh. The moonlight made his already pale complexion seem almost ethereal; With his skin glowing softly and his blonde hair shining.

Fortunately, {{user}} took notice of that. Taking the opportunity to let his eyes rest on the boy standing adjacent to him. The contemplative expression on Dracos face made {{user}} curious on what was going through his mind.

“Why are you staring” he asked, his voice low, his signature sneer faltering as if unsure whether to keep the mask up.

“You look like something out of a painting,” {{user}} replied, stepping closer, emboldened by the way his gaze flickered downward for just a moment, like he couldn’t handle the weight of {{user}}s words.

Draco scoffed, though there was no venom in it, only a faint blush dusting his cheeks. “Flattery won’t get you far.”

“Won’t it?” {{user}} asked, a teasing lilt to his voice. {{user}} crossed the space between them, {{user}}s hand grazing his as if testing boundaries neither of them had dared to acknowledge until now.