Real Life Astronomy

Blaise disliked people who were stupid enough to think the sun and the moon were polar opposites.

Many people in his year were plain, without doubt, but he hadn't understood how plain until one day, after an irksome Herbology lesson, some vapid Ravenclaw had told a friend of hers:

"I don't understand why they're going out, I mean, they're just as different as the sun and the moon."

Blaise didn't know much about Astronomy but he had expected a Ravenclaw to know a few basic facts about the celestial bodies. The moon shined only because it reflected the light of the sun.

He wasn't a person for metaphors, having always thought they were pretty much a waste of time. Something the Hufflepuffs spent a lot of time thinking about, no doubt. Working their simple minds around some silly metaphor; a bunch of empty, pretty words that were supposed to represent a situation in real life or perhaps life itself.

Kind of like the manner of the moonshine, a representation of something more real.

No, Blaise really didn't like metaphors. They were often way too vague for his taste.

However, he did recall a time a few years back when he himself had been dense enough to believe that the universe revolved around Draco Malfoy. This had of course been just a flawed, egoistical perception of Draco Malfoy himself. Blaise had believed it and followed Draco in hopes of obtaining some of his near-godly shine.

Blaise had been fifteen and Draco had enjoyed his fan base of one immensely.

Blaise admitted he had thought of the metaphor back then but of course him being young and foolish back then it did not count. He had soon understood it didn't go like that. Draco himself was actually the moon and he stole his glow from everyone else.

Draco needed people around him in order to shine. Draco needed Blaise. And yet not, as Draco never quite allowed the tables to be turned like that. He was Draco Malfoy, of course. He had something to live up to.

He settled for something between reflecting Blaise's glow and shining for Blaise. At this point Blaise had completely lost track of his clever metaphor (that was the trouble with metaphors, you always had to stretch them until they fell through) but he knew that he had been on his way to the dungeons when Draco had crushed him against a nearby wall.

Blaise knew Draco was only the moon and he himself felt like he could shine with the force of a thousand suns. Draco was still his smug usual self and that, or the remarkable close proximity-thing, distracted Blaise a little, or more than a little.

He couldn't step back. Draco breathed against Blaise's cheek and leaned in for a kiss. A bit of a rough one, slightly fumbling and less skillful than Blaise had expected but he liked it. Liked it a lot, actually.

With time, Blaise convinced himself that he hadn't actually done the whole metaphor thing and that Draco hadn't done it either. Things had simply just fallen into place in the universe. But then again, they always did.