"Ron is going to propose to Hermione."

Draco lifted his head to look over at Harry's bed. It didn't help any seeing as the only light that came in their dorm room was through the small crack under the bedroom door. He plopped his head back down.

"Well, it's about time," Draco mumbled. "They bicker like an old married couple already."

Harry didn't respond. Draco rolled onto his side to face the darkness Harry's bed was hiding in. Draco hated when all the lights were turned off. He couldn't see Harry or his green eyes or his messy hair.

"Did it surprise you?" Draco whispered. He thought it was obvious they were going to end up together.

"No, I just—I don't know," Harry whispered back. "I guess I just didn't expect it to happen so soon. They've been together for only seven months."

"But, they've known each other for seven years, Harry."

"I know, but it's just…" Harry trailed off. Draco was about to ask when Harry finished his thoughts. "I guess it did surprise me when Ron asked me to go ring shopping with him. It just seems so out of the blue."

Draco lifted an eyebrow. Either Harry was oblivious or he really was as daft as Draco had always said he was all these years. Though, when Draco thought back to all the times he saw the happy couple with Harry, the man constantly had a sort of sullen expression. He would be distracted and quiet, keeping to himself, and if you asked him a question, the answer would be short.

"Is the randomness of their engagement really what's on your mind?" Draco couldn't help but to think there was something else.

The silence told Draco everything. He was trying to think of something that could be bothering the hero when he heard it. A small sniffle came from the darkness. Coldness washed over Draco. Harry was crying.

"Harry?" Draco sat up and tilted his ear towards Harry's bed. He heard a shaky breath, and took that as his cue.

He threw off the sheets and swung his legs over the edge of his bed. Wincing at the cold floorboards, he tiptoed across the room, taking great care not to bump into Harry's bed or nightstand. In the end, the care he took was not great enough. He slammed his knee into Harry's bed and cursed loudly.

"Draco?" Harry sniffled.

"Yeah, hey," Draco muttered as he felt around Harry's bed to make sure he wasn't about to sit on top of the man.

"What are you doing?" Draco felt Harry sit up and scoot away. Draco ran his hand along the bedclothes as he climbed up onto the bed. A hand grabbed his, and suddenly he was grateful for the shroud of darkness covering them. Harry wouldn't see his huge smile or his slight blush.

"Just coming to talk," he bluffed. He didn't want to come right out and say he'd heard Harry crying.

"Oh."

Draco frowned. Why did Harry seem so disappointed about him coming over? "I can go back to my own—"

"No!" Harry yelled, making Draco jump and lose his balance. He was almost toppling off the bed when Harry tugged the hand he was still holding, pulling the blond towards him. They froze, before laughing at themselves.

Draco felt Harry's breath fan over his face. It smelled like sweet peppermint, and sent shivers down his spine. It took him a while to notice that Harry was no longer laughing.

Lips crushed against Draco's, making his heart stall before shifting into overdrive. The fluttering in his stomach matched his racing heart, and he was light headed before the two lips suddenly pulled away.

"I'm so sorry! Oh gods, I'm sorry. I've just been feeling so alone lately, and I-I really like you, and I—"

Draco silenced Harry with his mouth. He kissed Harry slowly and softly, savoring every moment, before building up courage and sweeping his tongue across the dark haired man's bottom lip. Harry opened his mouth in a low moan, and Draco took advantage. He relished Harry's mouth, running over every crevice in Harry's teeth and the roof of his mouth before tangling his tongue with Harry's.

The sounds Harry was making… Gods, they gave Draco goosebumps. Draco took Harry's bottom lip between his teeth to nibble it, earning a whimper. He pressed a few soft kisses to soothe the bites before tilting his head and touching their foreheads together.

The two had gotten closer during their heated kisses. Draco could feel Harry's thigh between his, feel Harry's knee very close to brushing the very sensitive bit between his legs. And, he could almost feel Harry's very sensitive bit with his own knee. Harry's hands kept a smooth rhythm going up and down Draco's sides. Draco's hands were tangled in Harry's thick hair. Their chests were touching with every breath.

"Draco," Harry whispered.

"Just don't ask me to marry you in seven months," Draco whispered back, earning a chuckle. He put his grinning lips to Harry's smile, and kissed him once more.