Seeing Draco move towards the bed sent a chill down Harry's spine, and though every part of him desperately wanted to join him there, an ounce of doubt helped keeping him static. It seemed to good to be true, and the thought of possibly misinterpreting things made his head spin.<br/>"Uh -" Harry stuttered out, unable to phrase anything else. Restlessly, Harry shifted his position, but never seemed to have in mind to step closer. God, Draco was beautiful, and Harry was being an idiot for not acting, but he desperately needed Draco to accompany his actions with words, even though Harry himself couldn't.