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Keeping his arms wrapped around Draco’s neck, Harry looked in their room when he stepped inside, admiring it and smiling because he knew that’s where he lived, with his mate.
Peeking back up at his lover, Harry quirked an eyebrow curiously and smiled a little. “What is it?” he wondered, curiosity sparkling in his eyes.
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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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