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Surprised at what Draco said, Harry looked at McGonagall before she left, being shocked for a moment. “That’s how easy it is?” he grinned, focusing on his mate and wrapping his arms around him. Nodding in agreement, Harry sighed and rested his head on his lovers shoulder.
“You think we should…just go to bed? Or find something to do?” Harry wondered. He had no idea if Draco wanted to continue from earlier, so just in case he tried thinking of something else for them to do.
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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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