Disclaimer: None of these oh-so-pretty characters are mine. They all belong to the extremely talented J. K. Rowling.
It's a sweet, stirring sensation, and he never wants it to end.
Their bodies press tightly together in an intense hug. He feels the strong, wiry presence that has captured his fantasies for so long. He shivers as his hands travel freely over the unclaimed territory and feels the same response from Harry. Slowly, softly, he runs them up the warm, sturdy body. He pauses as his hands reach that soft, delicate face. He slowly grazes the chin with a hand turned silver by the moonlight. He tenderly caresses the jaw, the cheeks, the nose. He reaches the one thing that mars the otherwise perfect face: the scar. Hatred for the being who inflicted such evil surges in his chest, but he knows now is not the time. He breathes deeply. As he exhales, his anger dissipates.
A sudden rush of emotions overtakes him as he feels Harry's breath on his delicate porcelain cheek. He gently pulls back and looks at Harry's petite nose. It's so different from his sharp, angled one that he can't help but smile at the sight of it.
A soft night breeze creeps into the space between the two and fills their contrasting noses with the smells of summer bliss: lilacs, honeysuckle, sweet grass, and cool earth. The boys inhale deeply, and as they exhale, they lean further into their embrace.
The tips of their noses touch for the briefest of instants. The pale boy jumps as the shock of Harry's nearness overwhelms his senses again. Harry pulls away, brows furrowed, afraid he hurt the one he loves. The boy smiles at the sweet look on Harry's face. He slows his shaky breathing and steadies himself. Then, with a passion that startles Harry, the boy leans in and kisses him.
The sparkling stars shimmer with a magical glow as their mouths press together. They allow years of questions and wonder to be answered through this silent exchange. Delicate red lips caress smooth pink ones as the stars begin to twinkle and float around the pair. Oblivious to the magical spectacle surrounding them, they begin to nip and tease and work a magic of their own. Harry gasps as he feels the smallest hint of a tongue flicker over his lower lip. Before he can respond, he feels it again. A small moan escapes from his cherry lips. He hungrily returns the favor.
The paler boy caresses and strokes, kisses and nibbles. He smiles to himself as he feels Harry quivering. Harry responds to every touch with increasing fervor. Much like Harry, the world around them begins to respond. The gently falling stars swirl around them like silver specks of snow. The world fades and blends together. Marvelous lilacs, delicate pinks, and deep navy-blues melt together. The colors form a scene of love around the heavenly pair.
Still, something nags at the back of the boy's mind. He knows he cannot avoid it any longer. Reluctantly, he breaks his mouth away from Harry. He is determined to do what he has never dared to do before. He opens his dusty gray eyes and shyly peers into the brilliant jade pair that gazes lovingly back at him.
Many worlds away, in a dark, musty room, the vibrant green fades into a muddy pea-green. The heather gray eyes blur as they stare at the dismal hangings around the bed.
Draco sighs and rolls over onto his side. A single tear rolls down his sharp nose. He sadly forces himself back into the world of sleep, one thought resonating in his mind: if only it were real.