The night was almost breathless. His lips tasted of cinnamon and I thought perhaps he was just as desperately lonely as I am... Nevertheless, here we are. But just for a moment.

A moment of unmitiagted silence; a pocket of unbreakable peace, the moon bleeding through the open window, and a lover sleeping so close I can feel the steady beat of his heart beneath my fingers...

Draco, imprisoned by his father; wandless and alone, waits patiently for Harry to come back for him. In that time, he remembers...