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Harry let out a soft laugh, wrapping his arms around Draco when he felt him pick him up. Resting his head on his mates chest, Harry waited until he was sitting down to stretch and try to fix his hair up a little. When he heard Draco ask that, he felt his face get a bit warmer and he took a moment to think about it.
Scratching his head, Harry nodded slowly and sighed while standing. “Hm, I think so.” he stated while touching a few things, his vision making it hard to see certain things up close without his glasses.
When he found the lid of the toilet, he pulled it up and then smiled as Draco undressed them.
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~Ernest Gaines
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