Draco felt as if he were drowning in the kiss. The waves of pleasure were crashing around him when he suddenly felt Harry's lips smile against his. Pulling back reluctantly, he blinked and looked at Harry, who was smiling brightly.

"What are you smiling at?" Draco asked, his eyes narrowing.

"I just…I'm happy, you know?" The smile turned into a full-blown grin that was—fuck, Draco couldn't believe he was thinking it— adorable as all hell. "I'm kissing a gorgeous man after all…"

Okay, Draco couldn't help himself with that one. He blushed and to stop Harry from seeing, he pulled him closer and buried his head into Harry's shoulder. It was ridiculous that Potter made him feel this way. What would Father say if he knew that his son, his dragon, was blushing and cuddling Harry Potter of all people?

Not that it mattered what Father thought. Draco had promised himself back when starting the Healers' Training Program that he was going to do what he thought was right. And Potter was so right, Draco could feel it in his bones. "I think you're gorgeous too," Draco muttered, his voice muffled.

"What was that?" Harry laughed, curling his arms around Draco's body. "I couldn't hear you."

Draco didn't reply, simply tightening his arms on Harry's shoulders. They stood there for a long moment, and Draco didn't think he'd ever been happier.

~4 weeks later…~

"Harry," Draco whined, squeezing his boyfriend's hand. "Why am I blindfolded?"

"You'll see," Harry hummed. "Now come on, just a little bit closer…"

Draco walked where Harry guided him, and he knew that they were going towards Harry's bedroom. He wondered what exactly the whole surprise was—Harry had been freaking out about it for the last two days.

"Okay, we're here."

"Excellent, can you take this cloth off my eyes now?"

"No, hold on. Remember when we said that this weekend we were going to…er, take our relationship further since we, er, know each other better now?"

"Yes…" Draco paused. "And because every time we make out and stop, I want to kill someone?"

Harry laughed and Draco smiled at the sound. He loved Harry's laugh, as Hufflepuff-ish as that sounded.

"Yes," Harry agreed. "So, I decided to make it…classic, you know? You better not laugh at me."

With that, he removed the blindfold and Draco blinked open his eyes to see Harry's bedroom decked out in rose petals and soft candlelight, complete with soft music in the background and black, silk bedding.

"Harry…" Draco's voice broke and he coughed to cover it up. "It's…wow."

"I know it's sentimental and stupid, but I just—I wanted it to be special you know? For our first time together, and—"

"I love it," Draco interrupted him, turning around to see his face. "Thank you, it means a lot to me…and I really want to make love to you all night—starting right now preferably."

Harry smirked. "You sure you're not on docetine this time, Healer Malfoy?"

The End