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Harry had totally forgot about their wings as he himself clung to Draco, closing his eyes tight and grimaced with pained but muffled, soft cry against his mates body. Trembling shortly, Harry didn’t open his eyes until he heard Draco speak.
Slowly fluttering his green eyes open, Harry looked at his mate, amazed as he saw his wings and couldn’t help but to stare. “W-Wow.” he whispered, reaching his hand out but stopping before touching it, unsure if he could or not.
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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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