Harry nodded, blushing further, "No problem--I wouldn't expect me to be there either--"
Draco raised an eyebrow and inquired, "What're you up to anyways Potter, star gazing?"
Harry grew defensive, curling his fists, "Course not--I was--thinking, why are you out here, Malfoy?"
Suddenly Draco reached out with his hand, slender fingers caressing Harry's cheek, only to be snatched away hastily. "Sorry--I don't know what I was thinking, must be the lack of sleep," Harry searched Draco's eyes tentatively, suddenly, to Draco's dismay, Harry began to tremble. "What is this Malfoy? What are you doing? Do you mean it? Do you really want me that way?!" Clapping a hand over his mouth, Harry whirled around, obviously horrified with his last words.
Draco gaped and then recovered quickly, Harry wanted him, the same way Draco longed for him. The fear of rejection tightening his throat, Draco sighed, he knew he had to persue this further or he'd never be satisfied. Sliding his arms around Harry's waist, he lowered his chin onto Harry's shoulder. "Don't be afraid, I think--I think I do want you, Harry . . . "
Harry turned around slowly, careful not to disturb Draco's grip, a shaky smile appearing on his lips Harry bent and met Draco's lips with his . . .
