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Harry loved how such simple words made him feel so happy. With his arms wrapped around Draco, he waited for the class to end before slowly releasing his hold, not wanting to but he knew they had to get ready for their next class.
“Which is next again?” Harry bit his lip, furrowing his eyebrows and then smiling. “Oh, Charms right?” he wondered happily, as if he was a child guessing the question right.
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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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