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Being pulled into the bathroom made Harry look rather perplexed, although seeing Draco casting the spells and explaining what he had done, it all made sense. Of course his body had similar effects as the man in front of him, but Harry was so much in shock…Draco was the person destined for him? How was that even possible…
Looking at Draco when he spoke, Harry wasn’t able to say a crude remark back, not having the strength to get upset right now, seeing his Mate despite how opposite they were made him so..happy. Instead, Harry took low, deep breath and began to speak.
“We’re veela? Destined together.” Harry whispered, as if the words weren’t possible coming from his mouth. “You don’t hate me?” He then asked, knowing how they were in the past, and now…now it could all be changed in just a few seconds?
It felt so strange, to be thinking things when he felt so happy, his mind, his body and his spirit. It was as if a spell was cast on him and nothing that was happening was real.
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"Why is it that, as a culture, we are more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands?"
~Ernest Gaines
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