Untitled Part 1

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TW: self harm/scars⚠️

Footsteps,

Footsteps,

And footsteps

He felt the presence of one-being lay down before him. Harry remained his gaze at the night sky, too deep in thought to bother and look at who the person might be.

The stars filled the sky like pale corn into freshly turned ground. It was the promise of life in the darkness, a sense of warmth springing from the cold. He stared at the implausible fourth.

"You know it's funny,"

A deep, cold yet familiar voice shook him up from his mind and gaze. Harry felt an utter shock at the thought of who it belonged to. However, he kept still and yearned to listen.

"Stars......... what an unappreciated birth of mother nature."

It was Malfoy. He raised his palms to the back of his platinum hair and continued, as Potter heeded.

"Oh how we all wish that humans are the slightest bit of similar to these bright little asteroids."

Harry's eyes carried a hint of confusion due to Draco's words. He slowly twisted his body facing the blonde-boy. Malfoy noticed that but kept his gaze above.

Harry watched as the luminosity of the bright three-quarter moon reflected on the boy's faded, porcelain skin. Those wistfully ambitions, cold grey eyes of his shifted across the night sky, as if they were scouting eagerly for another existence while his platinum blonde locks slightly covered his pale forehead.

He looked angelic.

And there it was, for a split moment, Harry had forgotten all the vicious things Malfoy had done in the past years. He had forgotten all his cruel actions, the arguments, the fights, he had even forgotten that Draco Malfoy is a death eater working for the Dark Lord himself.

Potter quickly snapped out of his regard and tidied his position laying on his back. Allowing the blonde boy to continue.

"These little glowing fuckers are always up there, every single night. Always showing up to guide the light through the darkness."

Draco let out a small heavy chuckle and continued.

"Unlike people, they never leave."

Harry was in quite shock and confusion. Malfoy had a point though.

But where is this coming from?

It's just that he had never spoke like that, not to anyone, and mainly not to Potter.

He's probably drunk.

Thought Harry to himself before questioning.

"Are you wasted Malfoy?"

Silence.

Draco let out a heavy sigh and glanced at the bright green eyes before him, not responding.

Trying to sit back up, he accidentally levitated his arm in a way that the sleeve of his tuxedo slightly rolled up, revealing the dark mark. He was too drunk to notice.