For a brief moment, everything Harry could think of was that he had, in fact, not misspoke. Draco's lips on his cheek - too close to the corners of Harry's mouth - felt scolding hot, making every hair on Harry's body stand.<br/>Harry didn't manage to gather his thoughts enough to construct an answer before Draco had left the kitchen, and Harry just sat stunned looking at the empty hallway.<br/>Draco was indeed so beautiful it physically pained Harry.<br/>_____________________________________<br/><br/>A couple of days had gone by since Harry and Draco's drunken encounter, but neither of them had acknowledged it. Harry, because he didn't feel like he had any right to bring it up, and Draco, Harry assumed, because he regretted ever having kissed Harry. Especially with Draco's silence in mind, Harry ought have dismissed it as having been a dream, but he could still feel the phantom touch of Draco's lips on his cheek.<br/>The whole ordeal had sent Harry on a loop, finding himself once again going out of his way to avoid interactions with Draco that actually required some degree of conversation.<br/>Harry had been spending more time in his room behind closed doors, and it took him several moments to realise that there was a knocking at the front door. He took a moment to fully place the sound, and, as he didn't expect company, he gave Draco an opportunity to answer the door himself.<br/>When Draco didn't come, Harry realized his flatmate might not be home. Suddenly finding himself in a rush to answer the door, Harry fumbled to his feet and out into the hallway.<br/>"Coming, sorry -" he started, as he finally unlocked the door.