Harry was sleeping peacefully in the hospital wing, although considering he had fallen off his broomstick, broken an arm, a few ribs and a leg, I seriously doubt he would be doing alot of twisting and turning. He idea that he was there or that Draco was for that matter. Little did he know the reason for Draco's appearence either. Sneaking out of the dungeons sometime after 12, Draco had managed to make it to the infirmary. And he had the intention of staying for what he came for. He quietly moved towards the bed that Harry was in, looming over him as he slept on still. Trying to not disturb his sleep, he placed his hands on either side of Harry's head while climbing onto the bed. Harry yawned, causing Draco to move back slightly, and moved onto his back. Draco sighed.

"Too close..." he mumbled. He titlted his head, looking down on the sleeping boy.

"What would you think if you did wake up then to see me over top of you like this?"

Harry's head drooped onto Draco's hand; he cupped it there next to the pillow, caressing Harry's lips with his thumb. "What would you think if you woke up now to see me doing this?"

Harry remained sleeping and quiet. Draco smirked.

"Not so quick on the come backs now, are we?... Well, you do look cute none the less..." He leaned forward, moving Harry's face toward him, kissing him. Draco raised an eyebrow; he had soft lips, he mused. He knew Harry wouldn't respond, since he was alseep, however it would have been nice.

Suddenly, Harry woke.

His eyes bulged open at seeing Draco, particularly seeing Draco kissing him. Harry quickly pushed Draco away and tried to crawl backwards to the bed post, but his arm was too sore to support him and his body ached from the sudden movement. He grimenced at the pain.

"What are you doing here? . . . what was that just now?!" Draco sighed again; sometimes, Harry, you can be too incredibly dense for your own good, he thought. Yet, he wanted to play with him a little more, to see if he'll mention it.

"What are you rambling about, Potter? I was looking at your scar!" Harry's hand went absentmindedly to his scar. But that didn't connect, he thought.

"Then why were you," his eyes moved from Draco's to his lips,". . . kissing me?"

Draco cornered Harry and leaned forward. "Why? Would you like me to do it again?"