In his bed, with the curtains closed tight around him, acting as a protective barrier between him and the rest of the world, Harry allowed himself to revel in the memory of Draco’s lips against his cheek. For just a moment, he imagined what it would have felt like if Draco’s lips had been pressed against his. If Draco had released his arms, and pressed his hands to Harry’s waist instead, and pulled their bodies flush to one another.