A/N: I am SO sorry about the long wait, life just kind of got in the way, which I know is every author's excuse, but it is the truth. Just a warning, cheesiness abounds in this chapter, so be prepared. I'm also sorry about it being so short, but, as you know…. Good things come in small packages!

They got ready for bed in silence. But this time, unlike the other silences that had stretched between him and Harry since they started this summer together, this silence seemed to say more then words. It was a comfortable pause between them, even though Draco's heart felt as though it was about to beat out of his chest.

It was a surprise to Draco that he was able to get ready for bed at all, or focus on anything at all. The few seconds where Harry had leaned in and kissed him kept running through his head; the way that Harry's soft lips had felt on his own, the complete bliss that he had felt was distracting him from placing retrieving his pajamas from his truck. He couldn't seem to get the damn thing open.

In the end, it took him almost twenty minutes to change and brush his teeth. Draco was pleased to see that Harry seemed to be having the same problem as him, and when they finally finished getting ready and looked at each other; Harry was blushing.

Harry was the first one to break eye contact, and laid down on the bed, pushing himself against the wall. Draco raised his eyebrows, before realizing that this was probably necessary. He hadn't noticed before how small the bed was. Draco mimicked Harry's actions; going over to the bed and sitting down on it, before slowing laying down. He noticed that, even with Harry pressed against the wall, he was still very close to Harry, with their shoulders touching.

"Damn Dursleys," Harry said finally, moving so that he was laying on his side, with his back pressed against the wall. Draco hesitated for a moment, before rolling onto his side also, laying so that he was facing Harry. The movement made it so that they weren't touching anymore, and also, for some reason, made it easier from Draco to breathe.

He and Harry watched each other for a second, not saying anything. Draco felt him arm begin to fall asleep, and, sighing, he rolled back onto his back, staring up at the ceiling. Harry let out an annoyed sigh next to him.

"What?" Draco whispered, glancing at Harry out of the corner of his eye.

"Where am I supposed to put my arms?" He said, clearly irritated. Draco realized with a small laugh that by rolling on his back, he was now laying on the majority of the bed. Closing his eyes, he shrugged.

"That's not really my problem, is it?" Draco said.

The was a moment of silence. Draco figured that Harry must have given up, before an arm wrapped shyly around his waist.

"What are you doing?" Draco said, his eyes flying open. He glanced over at Harry, who was now laying halfway on his stomach.

"Making it your problem," Harry said simply. Draco could hear the laughter in his tone. Draco sighed again as Harry rested his head on Draco's shoulder.

"Thanks for that, Potter," Draco said, pretending to be irritated to attempt to cover up the loud sound of his heart racing.

Draco could practically feel Harry's smile into his shoulder.

"So," Harry said slowly, "how far can I push this?"

Draco felt his heart stop as Harry's free hand found the hem of his shirt, and timidly pushed it up; resting his hand on Draco's stomach.

"Is that the best you can do?" Draco said, sounding more confident then he felt, as he wrapped his hand in the fingers stretched across his waist.

Harry hesitated for a moment, something flashing through his brilliant green eyes.

Draco felt his stomach lurch at Harry's hesitation, the reality of what he was doing right now crashing down on him. What was he doing? This was, after Harry Potter. They had hated each other since they had first met. Why should that change now? And the last time that Draco had checked, he was definitely into girls, not guys. He certainly should not be doing this right now.

But Draco couldn't find it in himself to pull away. Draco knew that logically this didn't make sense; Draco had grown up looking at things logically, and when something didn't make sense, he always believed that it wasn't meant to be. But something about this felt so right; Harry seemed to fit into his side perfectly, and Draco couldn't help but remember the way that Harry could make him forget everything, even his father, with a single kiss.

No, Draco definitely didn't want to pull away from Harry. And, for the first time in his life; Draco didn't fight what he wanted, and instead of pushing Harry away, he pulled him closer, savoring the sweet feeling of Harry pressed against his chest.