Harry's P.O.V
Hearing Sirius's name come from someone who had acted like that was his mortal enemy wasn't something comforting, but then again it was.
"Nevermind, I didn't mean to bring it up." Draco quickly changed the subject, and I was glad. I didn't really want to discuss it. "But, do you understand now? Or do I need to continue?" I shook my head. I understood now, that this wasn't a dream. I was sitting in Draco Malfoy's lap. I had kissed Draco Malfoy. Draco Malfoy smiled because of me.
"I know now. I'm sorry, I just needed to understand why--" I was interrupted as Draco cupped my face in his hands again, and pulled me into a kiss. I pulled him closer, and leaned into the kiss, as his tongue found it's way into my mouth, to explore. It was a feeling that I had never felt before. I feeling that nothing could ever hurt me, except for the cause of that feeling. I was being protected by my Draco, and he was the only one who could hurt me. I wanted to pull away, just to see if this was real. To tell him to hurt me in some way, so I know I'm not dreaming, but I couldn't pull away. There was no way I could. It was impossible.
His hand found it's way to the hem of my T-shirt, and slid under the fabric, his fingertips ghosting along my spine, sending chill bumps over my skin.