When both Draco and Harry are wandering around late one night due to nightmares of their past, they run into one another. Tired of fighting, they both decide to just.. talk. Harry learns why exactly Draco was on The Dark Lord's side, and Draco realizes Harry hates being famous, etc.. cute fluff where they end up holding hands/kissing?
this turned out really shitty sorry
Footsteps. Harry silently cursed himself for not bringing his invisibility cloak. He was up on the astronomy tower and assumed that it was around three in the morning. Harry stood up quickly only to be face to face with Draco Malfoy. His face had red splotches on it that Harry could barely see in the moonlight. “Malfoy.” He greeted.
“Potter.” The malice that was usually in his voice ceased to exist. His voice was hoarse, like he hadn’t spoke in years. “What are you doing here?”
“Nightmares.” He replied. Malfoy nodded, understanding the feeling of wanting to get away after dreaming of the war. Harry sat back down, looking out over the lake. “Well, sit down and you can start taunting me.” He patted the stone floor beside him.
“To tell you the truth, I’m tired of fighting.” Malfoy replied as he made his way over to Harry. “Let’s just… talk.”
Harry looked at him once he sat down, grinning slightly. “I would like that.” Malfoy grinned back and Harry decided he looked quite handsome when he wasn’t scowling. Malfoy rolled up his sleeves to reveal his fading Dark Mark which had already turned back to a dull red. “I thought-”
“Me too.” Malfoy interrupted, guessing what Harry was going to say. “All it did was fade.” He looked sadly down at his arm.