Harry, like the majority of students in his year at Hogwarts, had decided to return after the school was rebuilt after the Battle of Hogwarts. They had been offered to go straight into the workforce with the qualifications that had been predicted, but most wanted to stay.

Harry was glad he still had his friends, Hermione and Ron by his side. They helped keep everything normal after the challenges the world had faced the past few years. Harry still had nightmares often and Hogwarts still had memories of the fight.

One of the most frustrating things in his opinion was how everyone at Hogwarts congratulated him constantly. It was like they didn't want Harry to forget how close he'd come to losing everything once more.

Of course, he understood they were just showing gratitude but it got tiring after a few weeks. Harry just wanted a normal year finally where he could actually be a student without the threat of danger looming over his head.

That was how he'd fallen into a routine of finding a calmness atop the Astronomy tower at night. Currently, Harry was leaning against the railing, looking up at the stars and trying to remember the constellations.

Footsteps behind him made Harry tense but he forced himself to relax. He'd memorised these footsteps from the occasional times they both came up here. Draco. Harry glanced behind him in through the dim moonlight, "can't sleep?"