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“Good.” Harry sighed in relief, ignoring Snape’s look since he knew Draco wouldn’t allow real drama to occur, especially if it involved him. With his head resting against his mate, Harry then put his hand out, hesitantly grasping Draco’s hand and holding onto it.
“I love you.” Harry said under his breath, trying to make it so that only his mate could hear him.
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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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