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Walking into the class with Draco, Harry looked around slowly and wondered if anyone was giving him evil looks already. Before being able to even see anyone, Harry felt himself being placed onto the warm lap of his mate, smiling and sitting down.
Feeling the kiss along his lips, Harry was unsure if it was okay to do in class, but how could he stop something so amazing? Kissing his mate back, Harry wrapped his arms around Draco softly and smiled as he kissed him just as happily back.
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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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