"Come flying with me, Draco," Harry called. He held his hand out to the blonde. Draco reached out to him but he was too far away. He called out to him, stretching his hand out through the open air.

We often wonder what happens behind closed doors. Are the people we see in public the same in private? Or are they completely different? The truth may surprise you....

Some things simply must remain hidden. We all have our secrets, after all. But what happens when the secret you hold could lead to your death? Will you find help in someone with a secret of their own? This is a little different from my usual work.

This would be the first Christmas without Voldemort...and Harry was spending it alone.

It's called happiness, Malfoy. Maybe you should try it some time."

A night out with friends goes terribly wrong. An adaptation of something I wrote for an English assignment.