Cruel

What's making you tremble?

Hedonists are the ones who smile.

Lying along these frozen rails

is a future that's been planned without telling us.

--Spicy Marmalade - Bad Luck - Gravitation, OVA Series

The sun had set, though there was enough light still to color the sky. Opposite, in the east, the moon was full and just coming up on the horizon. It was a dazzling sight; a bright yellow circle casting an eerie light while behind it laid a stripe of pink, lavender resting underneath, and baby blue scanning the stop. If one were to turn to the other way, they would see reds, oranges, blues, pinks, and other brilliant colors reflected from cloud to lake. But the moon, lacking color and slowly shrinking as it rose above the horizon, was most certainly the greatest beauty. Rarely did you get such a sight.

It seemed as though the higher the moon rose, the darker it got. It was almost as though the moon truly was bringing in the night. Not quite as spectacular as the sky opposite sunset, but a good deal of beauty had laid itself out there. And once it was dark, the students began works that were most beneficial to each of them in this moonlit time. Some went to watch the stars, other left to do research. But in this wonderful night, the true beauty was about to light itself in the hearts of two boys, on the verge of being men.

Draco made his way out to the Quidditch pitch and looked around. So far there had been no sign of Harry. He looked up at the sky, watching the full moon. It was still quite to the east, so he was fairly early. He sat down. What would happen here tonight was definitely going to change things, and he wondered if he was ready for the change. This was the biggest step he never knew he would take. His father would definitely be angry if he found out. However, he was in Azkaban and would never find out. But Voldemort...

He looked up again. The moon had moved, and was closer to where it needed to be. A few more minutes, perhaps. That was when it hit him: someone was close by. He stood and looked around but didn't see anyone. He stopped and listened, but didn't hear more than the usual sounds of the night. He began to wonder what possessed him to believe anyone was there until he smelled the sweet, bitter, warm smell of vanilla. Then, there was a light brush on the back of his neck. He spun to see Harry there, smirking, a shimmering piece of fabric on the ground.

"An invisibility cloak?!" Draco was wide-eyed, trying to grasp this little fact. "That's what it's been all this time? You-"

Harry made well to silence him, his lips brushing the smaller boy's. "Shh. None of that, now." He pulled Draco to a row of trees, grabbing his cloak as he did so, blocking them from the sight of the castle.

Draco was trembling. He couldn't understand why, but he was. This was certainly not something this was used to. But all the same he was smiling. He tried to stop, but it was impossible. It was as though the smile was forcing him to hide nothing. Was it embarrassment? No, he felt no blush to flush his cheeks, only the cold night air.

Harry pulled close to him. "This is... what we both want... isn't it?" Part of him sounded confident, that hard figure Draco had seen before. The other was unsure, and what was most certainly the true Harry: a scared boy who wanted this more than anything in the world.

Draco looked into those emerald eyes and watched him a moment. Damn his parents, damn Voldemort, and damn the rest of them who would control him. He now knew this smile, this trembling. It was a hunger of the deepest sort, coming from when time was new, and there was no eating to satisfy, but only procreation. The oldest sort of hunger, which the vanilla held in the air called to him and told him to satisfy.

He kissed Harry. Not the soft ones, or the hard ones, but something in between. Starved and passionate. The passion was absorbing, and the night flooded into his mind, becoming the most horrendous nightmare: He was going to die. But that's okay, because he was bored with this life. Time to fight that boredom. But it struck him again, even in that moment: he was comfortable in that life. Damn, he thought. Boredom's fighting back.

Harry was completely enthralled in the kiss. No thinking, no contemplating; only doing. And this was all he wanted to be doing. He pressed Draco up against a tree, keeping their bodies as close as possible. He needed this more than anything else. And more: he needed Draco.

The scent of vanilla continued to rise up in the air, beginning to mingle with scents of passion. This evening may be their only chance, and they were both willing to seize hold of it. They broke away a moment, watching each other. Harry saw some sadness in Draco's eyes, but they were also pleading. Draco kissed him again, this time more lightly.

"Take me," he whispered. "Take me away from them. From father, from the Dark Lord...from all those I can't stand. I don't want to be a part of them."

Beneath the pale moon, they became an entangle of bodies, their clothes wetting down with the watery gems dropped in the night, their hair sparkling with those same gems, though the emeralds of the grass became diamonds upon the Dragon, and onyx upon the Griffon. The dew that managed upon their faces was kissed away, tasting of sweetness poured of some expensive bottle. And in the dew, the chains that bound Draco to anyone else began to rust, and melt. He threw them off like nothing, knowing nothing else but Harry. That moment, Harry was all that existed. Even the night was but a phantom in haunting.

The air was spiced with the heat of the two boys, pressed close to each other, as well as hardness being rubbed on itself. What they both wanted was only too evident. Draco brought a hand up Harry's shirt, playing with his chest, causing him to moan. Yes, this was what they both wanted. They pressed closer, if at all possible.

"Are you ready?" the dark-haired boy whispered huskily. Draco nodded. "So'm I." With that he turned Draco on his back.

Then it was kisses and pulling, tongues wandering just as much as hands, drifting, pulling, heat, and all sorts of things that made everything go away and it was just them harder and closer than ever before growing and heating like nothing they'd felt as though time were slowing or they speeding and nothing they could tell as though it all had faded from reality with just heat kissing pressing warmth spreading too hot closer and harder and wincing and moaning with whimpers that grabbed and tightened with everywhere tensing because hands were gripping shoulders hurt to tears that all came to a cliff and fell over...Ecstasy.

Harry reached for his cloak and somehow pulled it over. Two boys who had just taken their manhood vanished into the night.

-///-

Voldemort shook his head and gave an order. So sad, that people want so to be lead astray. Perhaps if Draco had been raised on the other side, he would be here now, instead of getting killed. Pity.