AN: After writing "Hell and Ecstasy" I felt like my soul was ripped in half because I'm lame that way. So this is my super happy fluff to make myself feel better. Hope it makes you warm and fuzzy.


Harry kissed Draco. He lifted his hands and smoothed them under the soft jawline before him, thumbs pressing across pale cheeks before he leaned in. Slowly he closed the space between them, eyes staying open, finding focus points on Draco's features to grasp for fractioned seconds. Then his lips touched against others and the world toppled out of existence. Everything that mattered compressed all the way down to fit in the shallow spaces between his heartbeats. The sharp, jolting inhale he took was abruptly too large to hold, warm like a sudden gulp of hot butterbeer. It felt like it coated his chest in molten caramel.

Green eyes couldn't close, too focused on the long, pale lashes that he had a perfect view of. Draco's eyes were shut, though, the feathers of those lashes touching softly warmed cheeks. Harry was sighing, thinking of those pretty apples, his thumbs stroking over them with his silent worship of their colour. The little wet sound that lips made filled the negligible space between the first kiss and the second. And that was the same moment Draco's hands wrapped around Harry's back to pull him nearer. Harry heard a sound; he felt it. It was a soft murmur of his own magic spilling all along his flesh in invisible rivers and it sounded like a gentle moaning. A lovely hum that rang out like a phoenix song through his every cell.

His own lips pushed open then, gently parting Draco's as they went, meeting no objection. A tongue slid into that pliant mouth and another eruption of warmth flooded him through. Harry's hand moved to the back of Draco's head, cradling his skull while stroking the silken strands. Just a way of keeping that perfect heat right where it smouldered the loveliest. Harry didn't really know what he had been expecting, but the fact that Draco's tongue was warm hadn't occured to him for some reason. But it was. It was warm as it slid against his own, wet and sweet from the pastry he'd just eaten. Like whipped cream….

Harry moved his tongue down one side of Draco's , around the tip of it and then up the other side, tracing its shape. It would become something he'd know by heart; the thought blinked into existence in the back of his mind and he chose to focus back on the more important things. Draco's soft lips were sucking on Harry's tongue, his teeth scraping gently over the muscle like he was trying to extract some flavor from Harry's mouth. Their faces nuzzled together, noses nudging and foreheads pressed in careful contact. He pursed his lips as one suckling kiss to the tip of Draco's tongue and then Harry took one of the blond's hands in his, putting it to his own chest.

Draco, dazed, opened his eyes again when he felt the hammering under his hand. It wracked so wildly beneath his palm that he almost felt his own pulse speed up just at the honest fluttering.

"Potter," he whispered, afraid to look the dark-haired boy in the eyes. He stared at the hand over his own over Harry's heart.

"I love what you do to me," Harry said back. He leaned forward once again and kissed the shell of Draco's ear, feeling the flesh heat rapidly against his lips. His fingers tightened around Draco's. His heart jumped wildly once again. "Don't ever stop."

-Finite-