"I really like your eyes" Harry said, him and Draco were in the library studying. Draco smiled "where did that come from?" Harry couldn't be sure where that remark had come from, he had said it in a day dream like state.
"Well... you always say you like my emerald eyes but I've never taken the time to really look at your eyes and now I realize that they are actually quite beautiful." A light pink blush crept onto Draco's cheeks which most likely would not be noticeable on anyone else, however, with Draco's light complexion it was quite easy for Harry to spot.
"There a really lovely silvery shade and there quite sharp and piercing, so often they can be cold and far away yet can also be warm and inviting like liquid silver." Draco felt his cheeks burn an even brighter shade of pink, he blinked a couple of times in mild surprise, no one had ever told him his eyes were beautiful or that they liked his eyes.
He also wasn't quite used to Harry talking this fast or so much, he only ever talked like that about quidditch or something he was equally passionate about. Did that mean he was passionate about Draco? Or at least his eyes in particular? Draco didn't really know but the thought of Harry being passionate and loving about or for him made the blush deepen and spread down his neck and he was sure his nose might be on fire, he looked down at his lap. "well... uh.. well thank you Harry no one has said that before." Draco stuttered a bit and mentally cursed himself because that was a mildly embarrassing.
When Draco looked up at Harry he was not expecting what he saw, Harry was resting his chin on his hand with his elbow propped up on the table and his eyes, they were so soft and happy and like they were melting almost. His smile was happy and content and he was staring at Draco, his face... well Draco thought it looked very really quite in love but if Harry was looking at him at this very moment did that mean that Harry loved Draco? What was this emotion displayed across Harry's face that made Draco feel so warm and fuzzy inside. It made Draco's heart expand and feel so nice and happy, he felt like he was going to burst just looking at Harry.
With Draco's feelings going topsy turvy he really wanted to make sense of them and the only thing he could think to do was to do what he had always secretly wanted to do. "I'm glad my eyes look like melting silver to you Harry." Then Draco leaned forward across the table and brought their lips together. He wasn't sure how Harry would respond but it seemed quite logical in this situation. Their lips met and an electrical feeling went straight through Draco all the way to the tip of his toes, at first they weren't really sure what they were doing, but Draco and Harry's lips moved in perfect harmony and it was wonderful. Draco put his feelings into that kiss and when his lips reluctantly left Harry's he whispered "because my eyes will only turn into melted silver for you."