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Stepping into the large room, Harry felt like he was just there a few days ago. All of the memories of the past years flooded back to him, smiling lightly and then focusing his attention back on Draco. What he said made Harry worry a bit. They had to be split up, and their tables weren’t even that close together, so that meant even further apart than he’d be comfortable with.
With a slow nod of his head, Harry looked into Draco’s eyes and smiled faintly. “I’ll make sure we see each other when it’s over with.” He muttered, kissing his mates cheek and holding his hand tightly for the last few seconds he could. “I’ll be careful, I promise.” He smiled, wondering if Ron would sit next to him even after what happened earlier…or if he’d purposefully sit somewhere else. That alone made Harry’s heart almost hurt in his chest.
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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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