Half-Veela. Harry looked at Draco, noticing the colour of his eyes and finding himself in a trance, unable to look away even as he spoke. Glancing at the ground, Harry shook his head when asked how else he could get close. It wasn’t something he should, or would do. Slytherin is bad enough, but Draco?
Standing next to him, Harry took another few moments to look at Draco until he mentioned Ron, or more like the nickname he chose for him. Instead of getting angry and pissed off, Harry said in a rather calm voice. “His name’s Ron.” he mumbled, not wanting to yell, not being able to in the presence of his dominant mate.
“So you want us to be something? To coexist?” Harry asked, slowly sitting down beside him and glancing at the other man. “You realize how difficult it’ll be to have someone from Gryffindor and Slytherin to be together?” He asked in a calmed voice similar to Draco’s, seeing that instead of being repulsed by him he was beginning to feel desire and admiration towards him.
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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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