"Potter." Draco noted his existence.

"Do you like blokes?" Harry asks with a deadpan face. It would be normal to laugh then, but he looked so dead serious that Draco started to choke up a little.

"No, sweet Merlin no. I meant all those other stuff as a joke, Potter, who'd knew I was right." Draco still managed to muster a strained laugh as he stretched his collar slightly.

"Me neither, I'm just asking because ever since I asked you to be my friend, you've been acting awkwardly. Also Hermione said you acted like a thirteen year old muggle girl around her crush." Harry snorted.

"She said what? I'll have you know, I'd look magnificent as a thirteen year old muggle girl." Draco stands up, looming over Harry jokingly but Harry looked small. His eyes were so dilated in the dim light, the lamp highlighted his square jawline and his big eyes, how his eyelashes fluttered as he blinked them. "But you'd probably look better as a girl than me." He added.

"What? Did you just call me girly?" Harry scoffed.

"Aw, is your fragile masculinity injured?" Draco sat back.

"I'm pretty sure your slender figure and your almond eyes will do better as a girl." Harry was proud of his comeback for a moment before he realized it sounded like he was complimenting Draco.

"You've got to stop doing that otherwise I'll become convinced your not messing up anymore and you're just straight up flirting, Potter." Draco laughs as he sits down. "It's nice out here, isn't it?" He looks up to the dark navy sky speckled with stars. Harry sat down next to Draco, but instead of staring at the stars with him, he stared at him. How feminine and soft his features were, how sharp his chin and jawline was, how his silver eyes glinted in the gentle moonlight. He would truly be a beautiful woman... or man.

"Potter, up there - not my face. I know I'm magnificent." Draco's eyes trailed to the sides, giving Harry a sideway glance and a smirk.

"Magnificent? You can't even compete with Mrs Norris." Harry looked up at the sky, it was wonderful.

"Did you say my beauty can't go up a damned cat? Potter, I think you need new glasses." Draco scoffed, earning him a soft chuckle from Harry.

Just like that, it was almost 10. What did they talk about? Nothing much, mostly staring at stuff, enjoying the breeze, occasional insults were thrown but none were taken to heart. Chuckles and soft laughter erupted in the forest every now and then, it was a refreshing chance to the dead silence and the chirping crickets.

Slipping back into the dormitories without Filch noticing was much easier than Draco had remembered. But he thought too soon, he watched in horror as Harry was about to be caught by Filch. For some reason, Draco wanted to help him really, really badly.

"Accio!" He whispered softly, pointing his wand at Harry. Before he knew it, he sent Harry flying towards him. They both got shoved into the closet that Draco stood in front of and the door creaked shut with a second silent Accio. Filch heard the noise for sure and was probably coming around towards it.

"What are you bloody doing?" "You airhead, you were about to be caught." "So?" "So...." Draco trailed off. Silence was awkward but this scenario was much more awkward and mortifying if they were caught. Draco was just praying to Salazar Slytherin that they won't.

"Thanks." Harry said after a moment of silence had passed. They were squeezed together in the closet, practically fusing at this point. Draco rested his arms on the shelf beside him and Harry, what he didn't notice was Harry staring at his hands. He wondered how pretty and slender Draco's hands. He recalled seeing an organ at the Malfoy mansion, so that's what sculpted the pale marble into this gorgeous work of art. Draco, on the other hand, was struggling to not sniff Harry's hair, it smelled like cinnamon, apples and soot but it was very soft with stray strands of golden hair that glinted as Harry shifted around. His hair was mostly chestnut brown, with strands of lighter brown. It was rather thick compared to Draco's hair, in fact it was more suitable as a nesting material than hair. Apples and cinnamon, the saviour's smell was of a pie. Suddenly, Harry began shuffling vigorously, was... was he turning around?

"What're you doing, Potter?" Draco hissed, hearing Filch coming down their way.

"Turning to face you so that if Filch comes, he'll be flustered and think we're doing something inappropriate and then we can bolt." Harry explained. Draco has never heard such a dumb plan but he was too tired to argue. Harry looked up; giving Draco had a perfectly clear view of Harry's face. His lips were thin and his skin was tanner than his own. His emerald green eyes were brilliantly glimmering, even though their only lights were peering through a single slit. They were making intensely mutual eye contact but Draco couldn't bring himself to look away. Harry's eyebrows were thick and that was about it, but it did add to his face as a whole; Draco couldn't imagine Harry with thin eyebrows.

"Pfft." He tries to stifle his laugh but he couldn't get the image out of his head.

"Malfoy, shut up. What're you doing?" Harry hissed.

"Y-you... with.. thin.. eyebrows-!" Draco stutters, trying to breath, stifle laughter and speak at the same time. Harry's eyes widened, he was so confused.