"Oh," says Harry sheepishly. One corner of Draco's mouth quirks up slightly. Her lips look soft and pink without last night's make-up. "What were you thinking about?" Harry is struck with the familiar feeling of being pinned to the spot by something dangerous. Caught in the line of fire. Draco leans in and tilts his chin up with a finger, Harry can feel her breath ghosting over his face. She presses a single, chaste kiss to his lips. It doesn't last much longer than a second, but it's enough to unleash a whirlpool of desire in the pit of Harry's belly. 