"What?" Harry blushed as his eyes widened. Draco was also taken aback by what he said, what was was happening? "I-I mean... I wouldn't mind." Harry stammered out as he awkwardly smiled. Draco lifted up an eyebrow before letting out a monstrously loud laugh that made them both feel even more awkward.

"Nevermind, we both have just killed the mood." Draco sighed with a sheepish smile when his laughter died down. Then, he came to a realisation. "Wait, so does this mean... you like me?" He turned to Harry, wide-eyed as Draco realises what this meant.

"I-uh... does this mean you like me too?" Harry stutters accusingly as he jumped up off Draco's bed. Draco pursed his lips as he looked away, clearly in deep thought. Harry gulped, he hoped for the best... what was the best anyways? Draco's never liked anyone before, let alone be in a relationship.

"I... I guess it does." Draco says rather defeatedly, his silver eyes trailing off into space. He's never really cared for relationships, never had the time to with all the... Dark Lord business. It was just unlikely anyone would like him. The silence was getting to Draco, Harry hasn't said anything since he confirmed his feelings. Was that good or bad?

"Why isn't this awkward?" Draco lets out an unamused laugh. Harry still couldn't believe it, nor could he believe how beautiful Draco was. His eyelashes were long and curled, his soft doe eyes and his cute nose, his gorgeously proportioned lips and his wispy hair. His ever so faint freckles on his pale skin, his cheeks tinted red now. Quickly, Harry pecks Draco on the cheek before running off into his bed.

"Goodnight!" He basically shrieks as he curled up in his blanket, his cheeks burning up and he did not want to show them to Draco after that bold stunt. Draco sat there bewildered for a brief second before realising what had just happened.

"Hey! That wasn't fair!" He says mocking anger, his lips curled up in a smile as he got off his arse and walked over to Harry's. Pulling off Harry's blanket, Draco peppered Harry's cheeks with kisses. Girly giggles and snorts filled the room before Draco pulled away, unsure what he was doing. He was essentially showering a boy, the boy who lived in kisses.

"Draco." Harry says suavely, making Draco freeze at the sound of his name languidly sliding out of Harry's mouth. Calmly, Harry sits up and gently kissed Draco on the lips. God damn it, Harry always stole the bold moves! Fucking Gryffindors.

"Bloody Merlin, Potter, have you ever kissed? You're like a deadfish." Draco grins against Harry's lips, teasing him. To be honest, this was Draco's firsr real kiss.

"Sorry, the only person I've ever kissed is Ginny. And call me Harry." Harry pulled away before going back in, his hands trailing to Draco's waist as he pushes against him harder.

"Jesus, Potter. Trust you to bring up exes." Draco rolled his eyes at Harry.

"Well you kissed Pansy!" "I was under a bloody Love Potion!" They both began to argue.

"Fine, I'm sorry, okay? What's so bad about it anyway?" Draco bit his lip, he swallowed his pride surprisingly and explained to Harry.

"It was my first kiss." Harry couldn't help but smile, the sour face Draco was making was absolutely hilarious and adorable. Draco swallowed his pride for him.

"Hermione was right, a 13 year old muggle girl you truly are, Malfoy!" Harry laughs as he pulls Draco into a comfortingly playful embrace. Draco and Harry froze, they could've sworn they heard footsteps outside just a second ago.

Just then the door creaked open to an unsuspecting Ron. Draco immediately shoved Harry off the bed as soon as Ron lifted his head. Before Ron could ask what happened, Draco shot up off Harry's bed.

"What're you looking at, Weasley." Draco croaked as he walked back over to his bed, it wasn't a menacing croak... a rather awkward one. Ron raised an eyebrow before walking over to his bed, something was amiss.

"Oh, Harry. Is it... uh... comfortable on the floor?" "Very." Harry sarcastically says as he pulls himself off the cold floor. Glaring at Draco, Harry settled back in his bed.

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"What are you doing, you bloody-?!" "Shh, you don't want to wake up Ron." Harry says threateningly as his lips curled into a smirk. "I can't believe you like me." He says in a rather 13-year-old-muggle-girl way. Placing his head gently on Draco's chest, he hears the soft drumming of his heart.

"Trust me, I don't believe myself either." Draco growled, clearly unsure what to do with all this skinship. He stared helplessly at Harco as he feels Harry's arms slyly making their way around his back. Ah! Draco will just treat him like a puppy! Suavely, Draco weaves his fingers through Harry's shiney locks, surprised at how fluffy and light it was for a bush of a head. It was so smooth as well and unconsciously, Draco lowered his head to take a whiff. Still the same cinnamon and apple... with soot or dirt of some kind; he liked it, it was an earthy smell.

"Can we stay like this forever?" Harry says rather drowsily. A few heartstrings tugged as Harry's arms tightened.

"Just for the night, okay, Potter?" Draco says. Chuckling sweetly as he feels Harry nod against his chest. Softly pecking Harry's head, Draco begins to sleep as well.