The kiss must've lasted five, no, ten seconds.

When Draco released Harry, Harry was utterly dumbstruck. What just happened? Did Draco... just do what he thought he did?

Harry could feel his face burn and heart race, so he looked around the classroom. The room was dark and deserted, with, oddly, a flickering lantern placed on the teacher's desk on the other side of the room. The lantern casted tall shadows of the boys on the opposite wall. The windows were covered with dark curtains, where silver moonlight peeked from the bottom and sides.

The footsteps eventually passed.

The awkwardness in the classroom was so thick one could cut through it. Finally, Harry said quietly, "Was that what your question meant?" Draco looked deep in thought, and then smiled. "I s'ppose." he said through a grin. Something mischievous danced in his eyes, and Harry understood straight away.

He wrapped his arms around Draco's neck and pulled him closer. The flickering flame in the lantern was just enough to illuminate Draco's face. Draco's lips curled into a sweet and impish smile. His eyes no longer seemed cold and gray; rather, glowing and silver.

For the first time, Harry saw how beautiful Draco was.

Harry pushed those strands of blonde hair out of Draco's eyes and kissed him. That kiss...that kiss: so passionate, strong, and amorous, and maybe, containing some apologies for all those years of rancor. Their lips parted, and no words were needed: Draco led Harry to a student desk and leaned him against it. He kissed him again; both of them never stopped embracing. So many thoughts exploded in Harry's head. "Why is he doing this? Why am I liking it?"

But Harry didn't want these questions answered... All he wanted was Draco.