Think Like You

Draco often came to the owl's tower to think, late at night when the rest of Hogwarts was supposedly asleep. Viewing the millions of white pin-prick stars above in the sky calmed him for some reason, and gave him room to think. A peaceful fall breeze issued forth from the window in which Draco sat, staring out at the dark night sky. The only sounds were the peaceful lull of his own breathing, and the regular animal noises from outside.

The main thing he had been thinking about in the past few months was a certain someone. Harry Potter, known publicly as his arch-nemesis, but to Draco himself, Harry had a different status. For quite a long time now, Draco had liked Potter. He had made many a trip up into this very tower, and sat on this window seat, thinking about his object of affection. Now he sighed, once more caught on the fact that the Gryffindor would never return Draco's feelings.

Blast it all, Draco thought to himself, an annoyed look on his face as he stared up at the large moon. Why couldn't I've fallen for someone a little less.. Well, a little less Harry Potter-ish! Shoving his white-gold hair back distractedly, Draco leapt to his feet and began pacing back and forth on the hard stone floor. A moment later he stopped, his thoughts distracting and bothersome, and returned to his seat on the window ledge. Resuming his thoughts on Harry, the young man forgot the rest of the world around him.

Thus, even in the surrounding silence, Draco didn't notice the approaching footsteps that lead another into the room with him. Harry stood and watched Malfoy, so calm otherwise in his appearance, proceed to chew off every one of his pristine nails. The whole idea of having a usually smooth, alert Draco Malfoy fall into a normal bad habit was just too funny to Harry, who started chuckling a moment later.

Draco started, whipping around to face the other boy so fast that Harry was worried he might get whiplash. When Draco saw who it was, however, Harry forgot about such small things as whiplash when faced with Draco Malfoy's expression. Harry had never quite seen Malfoy make such a face; it was a mixture of surprise, worry, and something else.. An emotion Harry was all too familiar with, concerning Draco at least.

"Potter? What the bloody hell are you doing up here?" Draco asked, a bit of a snarl in his voice disguising his rapidly beating heart.

Harry glared back just as heatedly, forgetting the look that had crossed Draco's face only a moment before. "I could ask you the same question, Malfoy."

Draco rolled his eyes and forced himself to look away from the stunning figure of Harry in boxers with a tight white shirt stretched across his chest. He himself was in pajama bottoms with a loose bathrobe pulled on; his chest was shirt-less. "Do us all a favor and go back to bed. I was trying to think and be alone."

Harry ignored Draco's request and instead walked over to him. Draco, noting the close proximity with a little surprise, turned around to face Harry, who was staring out into the night. "You're not the only one who comes here to think, you know," he stated quietly, his hands pressed against the stone ledge that Draco was still sitting on. Almost inperceptibly, Draco leaned forward, inhaling this new scent of apples and spice cake.

"I'm not?" Draco could barely think; he stared intently at the other's white knuckles, gripping the cold smoothness tightly.

"No." Now Harry turned to look at the blonde sitting there, leaning forward slightly and staring at.. his hands? Harry pulled his hands back, crossing his arms across his chest. Draco jumped and his eyes snapped back up to Harry's face, Harry noticed with a smirk.

"I can bet we don't think about the same things.." Draco muttered, turning his head to once more stare outward. Harry raised an eyebrow.

"Why do you say that? Is it so unbelievable that we could think alike, Draco?" At the mention of his name- his first name, coming from Harry's mouth- Draco turned around again, surprise brewing in his eyes.

The blonde was silent for an long, introspective moment, causing Harry to shift uncomfortably. Draco noticed this and now he was the one who smirked. "Considering that we always argue, I'd say it's pretty unbelievable, Harry." Draco found the name slid easily off his tongue, and marvelled at this. Harry glanced up and twin eyes locked; green against gray, two opposite spheres of colour that somehow complimented each other greatly. Harry gulped.

Draco slid off the window ledge and, instead, leaned against the wall beside it, his eyes never leaving Harry's face. "Why do we do it.." Harry said hoarsely, a sad look on his face. Draco shot him a confused look.

"Stop speaking in riddles, Potter; it doesn't suit you." Harry's look changed so rapidly, Draco was taken aback. Now, the emerald eyes glared at him once more, and Draco sighed inwardly. "I'm.. sorry. Why do we do what?"

Harry was so stunned that, for a moment, he disregarded the boy's question. Draco Malfoy apologized to me?? Good god.. But wait, he just asked me something.. "What?"

A bit annoyed, but quieter now, Draco asked again. "Why do we do what, Harry?"

"Pretend we hate each other," Harry said, turning to stare back out at the Forbidden Forest, looking sinister in the pitch-black of the night. "It's so..foolish," a note of annoyance and disgust crept into Harry's voice as he went on. "It's pointless that we go on with the charade, when it's obvious we don't feel..that way about each other." Finishing, he turned to look at the blonde only a few feet away, speculatively. "Well Malfoy, say something."

"Come here." A mixed look of surprise and confusion mounted on Harry's face, so Draco repeated himself. "Come here, Potter. Don't make me beg you." At this last line, Harry's eyebrows raised considerably, but he acquiesced out of sheer curiosity. When he was mere inches from Draco's still form, he stopped. Draco reached out and placed a hand on Harry's firm shoulder, almost massaging the skin underneath. Harry let out a little gasp of surprise, but by no means disencouraged this behavior. Noting this with some satisfaction, Draco now pushed Harry up against the rough stones of the wall, quickly following suite by pressing himself against Harry.

"Okay, Potter, now you say something," Draco whispered, almost to himself, although Harry heard every word. Their lips were only centimeters apart, yet this was too much for them both. Together, they leaned forward and closed the gap, kissing each other with a surprising amount of passion.

Harry slid one smooth hand up Draco's side, eliciting a gasp. Draco responded in turn, forcing open Harry's mouth and sliding his tongue along Harry's bottom lip, causing him to shudder. After an endless moment, they reluctantly pulled apart, both of them breathing heavily from lack of oxygen. "Are you always this outright, Malfoy?" Harry queried after he had caught his breath. Draco grinned.

"Only with my favorites." Harry chuckled and pulled Draco to him for another kiss, which ended with the both of them gasping for air. "And obviously, Potter, you're one of my favorites."

"How did I ever become so elite?" marvelled Harry, jovial sarcasm tinting his words, as he pushed Draco's robe off of his shoulders.

"I think it was your eyes that did it, or perhaps your body structure, or your intellect and personality.." Draco commented, immensely enjoying the feel of Harry's hands running over his bare shoulders and back. Not being able to take their absence any longer, Draco reached out and sought Harry's lips against his own again. This time, their tongues ran along each other equally, causing them both to moan softly.

Softly, a breeze picked up and blew into the tower, blowing Draco's robe across the floor. Neither boy noticed it however, as they were too caught up in the exploration of each other, both physically and emotionally. The hours seemed endless, as so much was uncovered and picked over, and neither wanted the moments to end. The sullen Draco that had entered the room earlier was now, by all measures, ecstatic in his find: that even your supposed arch-nemesis can think like you.