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Harry smiled in return, looking at Draco and biting the corner of his lip with a soft chuckle. “What if I need a medical help and a nurse needs to do something with me?” Harry wondered. Would Draco stop a professional? He curiously looked at his mate and smiled again when he heard him speak.
Knowing that Crabbe and Goyle would be there to assist him, Harry wondered if they’d want to. It was strange, how all the years that passed by he would be partnering with the people he used to call his enemies.
Harry then felt his heart beat harder and his eyes widen when he heard Draco say that. Of course he wasn’t sure what he meant by that…or maybe he did, but whatever it was, it made Harry slightly flustered. “What can we do…in fifteen minutes?” Harry asked while glancing at Draco from the corner of his eye.
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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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