Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Finding Draco Malfoy ❯ A Midsummer's night's stroll ( Chapter 2 )

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Finding Draco Malfoy

Chapter Two

A Midsummer's night's stroll

 

The spring night was cool, and the moon lay heavy in a cloudless sky. Harry wandered aimlessly through the Hogwarts Gardens; his Invisibility Cloak wrapped securely around his body. He couldn't deal with being around Seamus any longer; the Irish boy hadn't stopped talking about Harry's supposed “crush” all evening. The green eyed boy sighed and threw himself on to the ground behind a rose bush; he pushed the cloak off of his shoulders. Staring up at the glowing moon he allowed himself to relax.

 

 

 

Draco treaded quietly along the stone path, that lead to his favorite star gazing spot. The Malfoy heir had an awful day, so he drew upon what he knew and headed for the solitude of the gardens. His mother had always taken him to the manor garden as a child whenever his fathers associates had made impromptu calls. They would lie on the grass and she would tell him stories of the constellations, his favorite had always been about the great Grecian hero Hercules.

 

So now when he was troubled the first place he looked for salvation was that far off cluster of stars. Potter was quite like Hercules; Draco thought that were Potter an ancient Greek he too would have a constellation named for him. The Golden Child of Gryffindor had attained what Draco could only dream of, he was attractive, well liked and above all else powerful. Potter was the hero of the story playing out in the wizarding world; Draco knew that, if anything he himself was nothing more than a lackey to Potters counterpart.

 

Voldemort, now there was a subject that had been on Draco's mind for months. The reborn self proclaimed Lord had taken a particular liking to Draco upon meeting him and had insisted Lucius bring him to head quarters as much as he could. It was during those harrowing hours that Draco began to fathom exactly how insane the “Dark Lord” truly was.

 

Draco stopped walking as he entered the rose garden, this place always reminded him of home. The blond looked up at the full moon, he felt a tear streak down his cheek, he wondered if he would ever see his mother again. Draco spread his coat out on the ground; he flopped backwards allowing his head to fall in to the grass.

 

 

 

Harry's eyes widened as he saw an unmistakable head of blond hair hit the grass on the other side of his rose bush. When the brunette had heard footsteps, he had assumed it was a couple finding some privacy and hoped they would move on to the next clearing.

 

Then Malfoy laid his coat out and dropped down on top of it; Harry knew he was trapped, either he stayed and listened to whatever Malfoy was doing here, or he alerted the head boy and got detention for a week. The green eyed boy stayed perfectly still hoping against hope that Malfoy would leave, or do something noisy enough he could escape, but the blond just lay there quietly.

 

The Gryffindor was intrigued, he threw his cloak around himself as silently as possible and poked his head under the rose bush. Malfoy was lying on his back, staring at the stars over head, his pale skin shone bright under the light of the moon and his silver eyes were glistening with unshed tears. Harry couldn't reconcile this Malfoy to the brash boy that taunted them in school, although to be fair there hadn't been much taunting lately, from either side.

 

As the war loomed it seemed everyone was letting go of childish grudges and focusing on what was important, survival. Harry honestly couldn't remember the last time he had fought with Malfoy, it made him think maybe the blond wouldn't follow his father down the path to Voldemort, at least not if he was given another way.

 

Before Harry knew what he was doing, he dropped his invisibility cloak and stepped around the large bush separating him from Malfoy.

 

 

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Draco looked up, startled as Potter came in to his line of sight; for a moment he did nothing, he just stared at the brunette. Potter had to be crazy; he could give the savior so many detentions for this that his grandchildren would be serving them. And yet Draco couldn't bring himself to utter a word, let alone chastise the brunette for being out after curfew.

 

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“Malfoy,” Harry moved to sit next to the blond, “it's beautiful out tonight isn't it?” he asked wondering where his words were coming from.

 

 

 

“Yeah, the stars remind me of fairy lights on nights like this.” Harry was surprised that Malfoy was speaking to him and not up yelling about detentions by now, but he took it as a good sign.

 

 

 

“So what brings you out here so late?” Harry looked up at the moon and sighed.

 

 

 

“I just couldn't stand the common room any longer if you must know.” Malfoy replied staring at Harry. “Why are you out here Potter, it's unlike you to break rules where others can see.”

 

 

 

Harry laughed and turned his head to face the snarky blond. “Seamus is still being a prat, so I thought I would go star gazing. It's what I do at my relatives when life feels like too much.”

 

 

 

Harry smiled as he saw Malfoy's eyes fill with confusion, but the blond didn't say anything.

 

 

 

“Malfoy, if you need a way out, I can give you one.” Harry stated looking up at the sky once more. He heard the boy next to him gasp slightly and adjust to a sitting position.

 

 

 

“A way out of what Potter?”

 

 

Harry turned to Malfoy again, his face serious. “This war Malfoy, or at least from the losing side. Just know I'll help you, if you want it.”

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Draco stared at the man in front of him, how could Potter say something like that. The blond looked at the ground, and then slowly back at Potter. Maybe this strange, powerful man was not only the savior of a people, Draco thought glancing back towards the stars, maybe Potter was his Hercules.

 

 

“Please… I need help.”