Lost Star

"I thought something had happened to you!" Draco yelled, his face red but was washed over with relief.
The Bell Towers were deserted, everyone had gone to celebrate that everyone had got through the first event. And now the only people left there were Harry and Draco.
"Look, I'm sorry okay? Just calm down Draco, I'm fine." Harry's voice was calm, or at least trying to be. It was rare that he would ever see Draco so panicked, but he knew that he was genuinely worried.
"But I didn't know that did you! I saw everyone leave the venue, but still no sign of you! Two hours Harry! Two Hours! What the hell did you expect me to think? When you said to me! You said that you'd be here as soon as you were done!"
Draco turned away from Harry to look out at the scenery. The sky was bruised with purples, red, and oranges. Evening was approaching, and it looked as though it was going to be a clear sky. The air was cool, but not too bad that you needed any extra layers. A light breeze danced around them. In this scenery Hogwarts truly did look like the magical place that they had seen in their first year.
"Draco," Harry went to stand beside him, and looked at him.
"Don't Harry! Don't tell me to calm down, anything could have happened!"
Harry sighed, he sometimes wondered why he put up with Draco never listening to him. "Look afterwards, they held a party in Gryffindor Commons, and if I told someone I couldn't go they'd wonder why. And I can't really tell them the reason right now can I?"
Draco ran a hand through his blond hair, facing Harry. "I really do hate this whole hidden romance thing! We can't even see each other properly without a time limit, or in fear that we're going to get caught." He stared out toward the scenery again.
Harry put his and onto of Draco's, whose was resting on the railing. "It's patience Draco, we just need to be patient."
Draco sighed, and carried on looking out. "That's not easy, especially when you're use to getting what you want." A small smirk was playing on Draco's face.
Harry laughed, "Well I'm just going to teach you how to be patient then!"
The both sighed in unison, but neither let go of the other one's hand. In that moment, all seemed right, seemed perfect.
"So what's happening with you and that Ravenclaw girl then?" Draco asked, a slight note of jealousy in his voice.
"Who? Cho?"
"Yeah, there's been a rumour going around that you fancy her." There was no denying that bitterness that rang in Draco's voice as he spoke.
"You don't actually believe that, do you?" Harry was slightly offended to think that he could even believe that. Did Draco not trust him?
"I not sure what to believe anymore, you seem quite smitten with her!" His tone was snide and the one he used when Crabbe and Goyle were around. He withdrew his hand from Harry's.
"Smitten?! It's called acting Draco!" He couldn't actually believe that he wanted to be with Cho,
"Well what else am I suppose to believe then!" Draco's voice had started to echo through the Bell Towers.
"You're suppose to believe that I love you! That I want to be with you! It was your idea to keep this a secret, your idea not to tell anyone! So don't point the finger at me when I'm acting this out. I needed a date to the Yule Ball!" Harry was sick of constantly getting the blame from Draco, because Draco never seemed to take the blame when he knew he was in the wrong, he just carry on blaming everyone else for it.
"Well come on then! Why don't you go and tell everyone!" Draco yelled back.
"Tell everyone what?" Crabbe and Goyle stood a few feet away from them, arms crossed across their chest, glaring at Harry.
"Tell everyone that he's just a pathetic little weasel who has no chance in winning the Triwizard Tournament!" Draco had gone over to stand in the middle of Crabbe and Goyle, The three of them laughed.
Harry wasn't sure whether Draco had meant that or not, it was hard to tell when they had an argument. And lately there had been a lot of that between them both. But as Harry looked into Draco's eyes he could see that he had meant it, and that hurt more than anything.
"I'll see you around Malfoy!" Harry said with a small sneer, as he started to walk away from the Bell Towers.
His eyes were stinging, but he refused to cry. Draco could be like that all he wanted, but Harry would show him that he didn't need him. And right now he had a party to attend in the Common Room that he was certain he wasn't going to miss out just because of some Slytherin.