𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐃𝐎𝐌

Chapter 6

Harry's eyes fluttered open after a nice dreamless sleep. He rolled over to see Draco Malfoy lying in bed with him.

**MALFOY IN MY BED? Oh. I remember. He looks so peaceful lying there. Even with the room still dark his skin glows like an angel.**

Harry rolled over on his left side and propped up on his elbow to watch Draco sleep.

**I wonder what he's dreaming. I never noticed that tiny scar under his chin. I wonder how he got that? His eyebrows are even blond. His lips are the color of ripe, juicy cranberries. How does he keep his skin so smooth? He looks so delicate. I wonder if he'd wake up if I touched his cheek. I want to see if he is as soft and warm as I imagine...**

Harry lifted his hand and ever so gently began to run his fingers from Draco's temple down over his cheek to his jawbone. Immediately Draco's hand shot up and grabbed Harry's wrist while Harry's hand still lay on his cheek. Draco's eyes flew open and drilled into Harry's glazed eyes. Harry never flinched.

Without speaking a word, Draco loosened his grip on Harry's trapped wrist and allowed Harry to continue to touch his skin. Draco turned his head slightly to rub his cheek into Harry's palm. Draco slowly rubbed his hand up Harry's forearm, slowly letting his pale fingertips feel out Harry's tanned skin up to massage his elbow. Their eyes never wavered from each other's gaze. Harry continued to move his hand up into Draco's hair and Draco closed his eyes and took in a great breath while enjoying the feel of Harry's fingers entwining in his hair. Harry trailed his fingertips over Draco's cheek and traced over Draco's slightly parted lips lightly with his fingertips.

Draco began to kiss each of Harry's fingers over and over so gently. Draco ran his hand slowly up Harry's shoulder to his neck into his soft dark locks. When Draco's fingers played on the warm skin at Harry's neck, Harry gave a soft sound of enjoyment. Draco let his hand move over to cup Harry's cheek. Draco sat up slowly to brace himself on his elbow to be nose to nose with Harry.

Draco's thumb was slipped lazily back and forth over the tight olive skin under Harry's left eye while both sets of eyes were searching the other's face taking in every detail. It seemed like a moment frozen in time. Harry moved slightly forward to rub his cheek lightly over Draco's and the movement stilled. Drawing back slightly to drown in the pool of silver which were Draco's eyes, Harry knew he had to touch Draco's lips with his own. Slightly tilting his head Harry allowed his lips to gently brush Draco's one time, then again and again.

Draco closed his eyes and drank in the wonderful senses that filled his body at the feel of Harry's soft lips upon his own. Draco began to tug slightly on Harry's top lip and Harry responded likewise. The tender beginning of a tiny kiss became more and heavy with their lips. It was like a wonderful game that neither wanted to stop playing. Draco lightly ran his tongue over Harry's bottom lip to which Harry gasped lightly and mimicked what Draco did. Their tongues played lightly over the other's lips until Draco took Harry's tongue lightly into his mouth. A wash of overwhelming emotion filled Harry and he ran his hand around Draco's neck to pull him closer, deeper, wanting more. The kiss escalated and became more demanding with each leaning in harder, never wanting to let go. When each was almost breathless, Draco moved the kiss over to Harry's right cheek and began to trail tiny kisses over Harry's jaw and down to his neck. Harry lifted his head to allow Draco access. All along Harry's throat, Draco kissed, sucked and nibbled. Draco ran his tongue over Harry's Adam's apple and Harry drew air into his lungs with a slight hiss.

Draco continued the assault back up to Harry's lips, placed one long tender kiss there, and drew slowly away to look into Harry's glazed eyes.

Harry whispered. "That was amazing."