How Could Anything Go Wrong?

                                    

                                          
-Harry-
                          
"Sneaky, Very Very Sneaky Potter."
                          
   I gave him a smug smirk. I, Harry Potter, had stolen a kiss from THE Draco Malfoy and I couldn't be happier. I wouldn't admit but Madam Pomfrey was right. I gained feelings for the slightly smaller boy. 
                          
   I was brought out of my thoughts with another soft kiss. I looked down and pouted. He gave a small chuckle, "what's wrong?" 
"It was too short" I replied with a pout. He full on laughed at the look on my face. This was the first time I could see how astonishing he was when happy. His head tilted back, eyes closed, looking like he truly enjoyed himself. This made me happy. Draco had stopped laughing and admired me. I looked into his deep grey orbs, they had a slight hint of blue too. They were mesmerizing. 
                          
-Draco- (same time)
                          
     I looked into Harry's dark green orbs. They shifted from tree sap green, to a dark green to a mix. They were beautiful. I could stare into them all day. You could easily see his emotion through his eyes, they were his literal gateways to his soul. 
                          
-Harry-
     I put my hand on his cheek and he jumped a little, but warmed to the touch. He closed his eyes and almost looked asleep. I took advantage of this a have him a soft quick peck on the lips. He opened his eyes and huffed. "I see why you found it so annoying." He said obviously upset it was "too short." I laughed and gave him a little more than a peck the second time. He shook his head and sighed. "What? Am I not good enough for you?" I teased. He rolled his beautiful eyes in playful disapproval. 
                          
     We laid there for a little. Before Draco started drifting off to sleep. I sighed happily, his could I be so lucky? I'm with a handsome man, the apparent "tough guy" at Hogwarts. He's been helping with class work stress. He's been a real help. My last thought before he and I drifted into unconsciousness is,
                          
How could anything go wrong? 
                          
SORRY IT HEING SO SHORT. I've been having such bad writers block and recently injured my thumb so it's hard to type. I've also been on a lot of vacations recently and my life has just been chaos. I'm going on vacation this weekend where hopefully I'll get SOME private time to write. Anyway I hope you understand. So anyway, Peace Out Girl Scout. 
                          
Word count: 420