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Harry felt himself sitting in Draco’s lap in seconds, his eyes going from Dumbledore and refocusing back on his mate. When asked if he wanted his own seat, he was about to answer until Draco did. Smiling lightly, Harry looked back at his Headmaster and spoke as respectably as possible.
“Thank you for offering, but sitting here is fine.” Just as he finished saying that, Harry heard that simple whisper Draco said to him, and his heart began to beat a little faster. He couldn’t wait until that happened, and for some strange reason, Harry actually wanted it.
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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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