He was beautiful; his skin looked like porcelain, his white-blonde hair danced around his shoulders as he walked, his smokey grey-blue eyes were deep like a calm ocean, his nose was thin and narrow, his lips were full, like two pink rose buds side by side, and his body was lithe. He looked like an angel, or a little doll.

Harry wanted to hold him so bad. As he walked by Draco, their eyes met, and Harry felt like he just got struck lightening. He closed his eyes, and for a second, images of pure ecstasy streamed across his mind. Their lips met, their bodies caressed one another's, they were breathing heavy, and they were holding each other.

He opened his eyes, and he was gone. He was standing in the middle of the courtyard as passerby's made their way through. He looked up and felt the warmth of the sun on his face as guilt and sadness poured over him like heavy rain.

That night, he was down by the lake with an angel, and then, he woke up to see a full moon shining in through the open window.