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Looking at Draco, Harry bit the corner of his lip and glanced down at the ground. He had no right to be so selfish and ask for his mate to be with him the entire day. It wasn’t right…but Harry really couldn’t imagine being gone from him for hours.
With a soft breath, Harry waited for Snape to leave completely before looking back into Draco’s beautiful eyes and whispering. “I…I’ll just miss you the entire class…” Harry muttered, bringing a hand to his lovers chest and leaning against him. Even with McGonagall nearby, the young man just wanted to be with his mate, to feel his warmth and breath in his intoxicating scent. “I think I can go a class without you, but it’ll just be really hard for me.” Harry muttered.
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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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