The moment dissipated much quicker than Harry wanted it to. Draco merely smiled at Harry's sheepish face and suggested he continue reading Shakespeare. Harry nodded in agreement and Draco wandered off. Harry wondered briefly if all kisses were like that. They wandered around the next few days. It was quiet, but no different than usual. Harry's heart pounded each time he was in a room alone with Draco.

Harry often found himself kneeling near Draco's shelf reading Romeo and Juliet. The "balcony scene" always made his heart thump in a strange way. He whispered the words to himself, pretending that Draco was reading with him. He would frequently sigh heavily and close the book, fighting back the extreme sorrow that threatened to overthrow him. He would then, more often than not, reopen the book and reread the balcony scene. One such time he did this, he was kneeling in the afternoon sun rereading his favorite line.

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose, By any other name would smell as sweet; So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd, Retain that dear perfection which he owes, Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name, And for that name which is no part of thee, Take all myself," he felt hot tears form and he growled in frustration, "Why do you have to be a Malfoy? Why couldn't you be a servant like me? Or a neighbor? Or anything but a Malfoy!"

"I take thee at thy word: Call me but love, and I'll be new baptized; Henceforth I never will be a Malfoy," came the silvery whisper behind him.

Harry whirled around, defensively crushing the book to his chest. He looked up at Draco through tears. Draco crouched down in front of him.

"Call me but love," he whispered again.

Then Draco leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to Harry's. Harry froze in shock. As Draco pulled away, he smirked at the bewildered expression on Harry's face. Harry watched Draco closely, looking for any sign of anything. He was so confused. It was several moments before he dared to speak again.

"What man art thou that thus bescreen'd in night, So stumblest on my counsel?" Harry breathed.

"By a name, I know not how to tell thee who I am: My name, dear saint, is hateful to myself, Because it is an enemy to thee; Had I it written, I would tear the word," Draco replied, his voice low.

Harry dared to quietly lean forward and plant a tender, tentative kiss on Draco's lips. Draco pressed back slightly, causing Harry to gasp slightly. Harry's eyes fluttered closed as Draco's soft lips pressed back at him. it was too soon for him when the pressure was gone.

"Then have my lips the sin that they have took," Harry murmured, his eyes still have closed.

"Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again," Draco answered, huskily.

The next kiss started as soft as the others, but slowly grew in heat and passion. Draco's hands slipped into Harry's messy hair, pulling his head closer as the tip of his tongue pressed at Harry's lips. Harry allowed his mouth to open for Draco's delicious tongue. Strawberry, he thought vaguely as he allowed his tongue to explore Draco's. He found his hands reaching for Draco, pulling him in. he needed more of him, all of him, his fists gripping Draco's shirt. Romeo and Juliet thudded to the floor, easily forgotten.

Little note: Alas, my friends, it tis' over. I originally had this down to two chapters, but I hated how it read to me, so I tried to make it something more. I may have only succeeded in dragging it out, but I tried! Please let me know what you think! Love you guys for your follows and reviews!