Harry had a fairly large kitchen, and there was really no reason for them to be standing this close, but there they were. Harry was really warm, especially when they are this close. It's horrible, especially because he doesn't want to move away from the warmth. He still wasn't quite sure what Harry was talking about, mostly because he was highly distracted by his lips. He was almost painfully handsome, and it was absolutely awful to be this close to him.<br/>What happened next, he would never really be able to explain. All he knew was that his hands seemed to work on their own accord, and moved to frame Harry's face. He softly made Harry face him, and started leaning close to him. He went slow, wanting to give Harry the opportunity to back away if he wanted to. Soon, their lips met, and he honestly didn't care what he was doing anymore.