Moonlight was always a special thing to Draco long before he met Hermione. Moonlight is what night meant, and night meant the stars, aka what he was named after. His mother would sit him on her lap and teach him the night sky. His father would sit him in front of their copy of the Black family tree and explain the tradition of his name, of his mother's name, and her parents' names. (We don't talk about the insect.)

For some time that's all the stars meant, names and stories. But then in a short few years, it had another meaning. It became a cover, something to help hide another thing. When he met her on the train he knew everything would never be the same. Her bushy hair held their secrets. As well as her big eyes that held stories. Even at 11 years old he found out what love meant. But then he found out about the stark reality of his life. He for once found the one thing he wanted but couldn't have. Up until this point, all he had to do was want it, but he hadn't had to fight for it.

And he did, he fought his parents day and night, but when they said no he persisted. But finally, in fourth year it happened, and she said yes. His mother came to be supportive, but his father forbade it. So to keep out of watchful eyes that could tell his father they used the cover of the night. The cover of the night gave him the best parts of the day. Dancing, dancing under the stars. It's the time when he got to do something special, hold the one he loved most.

Then the war hit, his father forced something that still haunts him. The damn dark mark, and suddenly the night wasn't so pretty. Not when he had to fix the vanishing cabinet when all he wanted to do was run away. The first person he told the mark and his task about was Hermione, she promised to help him escape. And he did, for the first time in a long time everything was ok, her friends were supportive and he was happy.

And finally, the night was beautiful again.