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Harry held his breath when Draco pressed to his body, feeling so nice and warm against his skin. Snuggling up against his mate, Harry couldn’t see him, but he could feel his body along his own. With a soft smile, the young wizard nodded when he mentioned the potion, being way too tired to stay up and talk about it now.
“Alright, tomorrow then.” Closing his eyes, Harry smiled softly and mumbled. “Goodnight Draco. Love you.” He said in a voice that suggested his fatigue.
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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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