Your Star

Prologue:

"I picked out your star
Turned night to day
A simple whisper from your voice
And I fade away
You wish for love
You pushed me away
Your love for me was everything I need
The air I breath"

Your Star, All-American Rejects

Chapter 1: Necessity

The wind glided over his face, whirling the lovely scent of warm English tea into his nose. His breath was soft; his lips molding perfectly to the rim of the tea cup as he took a sip. A crescent shaped moon could be seen in the distance, even though the skies still shimmered with the vibrant, pastel colors of the sun. His eyes traced the cracks running along the window edge. From the corner of his eye he saw someone emerging from the shadows cast by the castle.

Harry reached for his glasses, which were sitting on the far side of the window ledge. Placing them comfortably on his nose, he peered over the window, looking for the mysterious figure. He squinted a bit to the left and found his target. The boy below looked up at Harry. Strands of his exotic silver hair strayed across his face as the wind blew hard against his body, pressing his robes against his elegant figure.

Harry shook his head. He had been staring at Draco Malfoy for over five minutes. What was he doing? Immediately he looked back down and saw Draco holding his one and only Firebolt, the broom his dear godfather, Sirius Black, gave him. Harry glared down at Draco.

Draco was still looking directly into Harry's eyes, piercing his soul. He smirked then turned around and walked into the shadows, disappearing from Harry's site. Harry jumped up from his seat and raced over to his bed, stuffing his feet into his shoes. He pushed against his left leg, but tripped on part of his dangling shoelace. He muttered a curse under his breath a stairs to the common room, knocking Neville over on his backside.

Ron was severely whipping Hermione's butt at wizard's chess; both sitting in plush armchairs near the fireplace. They both glanced up at Harry, surprised at his winded expression. "Are you okay, mate?" Ron stated, looking concerned about Harry's ruffled up state.

Harry took a deep breath; his heart was beating fast. He could feel his blood pulsing through his veins. Why was he so exhausted from running down the stairs? He closed his eyes, swallowed, and opened them again. He looked back up at Ron and Hermione. "Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. I have to go meet up with Malfoy. He stole my broom!"

"Bloody hell, why did he do such a thing?"

"Shall we go with you then, to get your broom back?" Hermione inquired.

"No, no. Thanks anyway, I'll be fine. Well I gotta run." With that, Harry rushed out of the room, giving Ron and Hermione no time to reply. He pushed the picture of the Fat Lady out of the way, leaving her swinging as he departed.

"Where are you going, young man!?" yelled the Fat Lady, but Harry didn't bother to answer for he was already down the hall. Harry was soon out of breath; he wasn't used to running so much. Why was he in such a hurry? Well, he wanted his broom back of course. But then why didn't he want his friends to help him retrieve it? His heart was pumping faster, but faster than it should be. What was wrong with him? Harry's head hurt, he just wanted to get to Malfoy as soon as possible.

Chapter 2: Kisses

By the time Harry was outside the sun was almost completely set. The rays of sun that did escape the deadly trap of the darkness were slowly evanescing. Stars illuminated the blackened areas of the sky, glittering over Hogwarts. The air was now getting colder, containing a crisp feeling every time Harry took a breath.

Harry slowed down, finally coming to a stop. He took deep breaths, letting the air fill his sore lungs. He looked around. In the distance, he saw lights coming from Hagrid's hut and the sullen shadows of the forbidden forest. He then thought to himself: Why did I come running out here? I don't even know where Draco is.. What the hell is wrong with me?

Just as he was ending his thoughts he saw something slip past his face, barely missing his ear. "What the hell?!" He quickly turned his head around to see what had just flown past him. Right in front of his nose was a beautiful golden ball with small, yet hypnotizing wings fluttering so fast that all you could see was a blur. Harry grasped the snitch in his right hand and looked at it. Something was written on it. He rubbed the specks of dirt, which had somehow made their way onto the snitch, off. It read: 'I'm waiting.'

Harry looked somewhat confused. But there was no doubt about it. That was Draco's handwriting. He slowly released his fingers from the snitch and it immediately sped up into the sky. Harry's eyes followed the tiny sparkle all the way until it led to the Quidditch field. Harry felt stupid, why hadn't he figured that Draco would have brought the Firebolt there? Harry sighed, and proceeded to jog his way over to where Malfoy was waiting.

Draco was leaning up against the broom, eyes closed. Waiting. He tucked the silver hairs blown astray by the wind behind his ear. Goosebumps covered his skin as the brisk air hit his body.

The night sky was now filled with thousands of stars and any trace of the sun was now completely destroyed. Harry finally reached the field, his eyes darting from shadow to shadow, looking for Draco. Where was he? He wouldn't have bewitched a snitch telling Harry to come here as a joke, would he? Harry face looked distorted. His fists shook with anger. He was lead on a wild goose chase. Why had he been so stupid?!

But then he saw someone emerge from the dark. It was Draco. "So, Potter, you actually came. I didn't think you were stupid enough to follow me." He walked over to Harry, in a slightly intimidating way, holding two brooms: his Nimbus 2001 and Harry's Firebolt.

Harry looked up at Draco, his eyebrows arched and his hair messy. He drew his fingers inward, clenching them tightly, to calm his anger down. By the time Harry had gained control of his emotions Draco was standing directly in front of him. "What do you mean Malfoy?"

Draco smirked in an evil kind of way and watched Harry desperately trying to control his rage. "I'll ask again, Malfoy, what do you mean?!" Just as Harry closed his mouth, Draco dropped both brooms to the ground and placed his hands behind Harry's head. He pulled Harry's face closer. Harry's eyes were wide open; he looked in horror, fear reflecting from his eyes.

"I mean this." Draco pressed his moist lips against Harry's warm mouth. Harry, still in shock, just watching and letting Draco explore his mouth with his tongue. Draco closed his eyes, thoroughly enjoying every moment of his passionate kiss to Harry. Harry's body stood there frozen, up against Draco's chest.