It’s a short kiss. No tongue. No nonsense.  But in the fraction of a second it takes for it to break, Draco feels Harry’s pretty little mouth curl up at the corners. Feels the brush of his hot breath against his cheek where it puffs out from his nostrils. And to his utter surprise, Draco allows it when Harry leans in for another: short, close-mouthed, as sweet as the first.  Draco leans back heavily.  Harry blinks at him.