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Harry winced when Draco left his body, feeling…almost cold without him, empty. Although as his mate kept a hold of him, Harry felt loved. Looking at Draco, he slowly nodded his head and smiled. “I’d love to stay here with you, I…I can’t imagine being apart after that.” Nuzzling up against his mates chest, Harry smiled from Draco’s words.
It felt so different for someone to care this much for him but…Harry welcomed it, he loved it.
“Now if we’re apart…we‘ll be okay, right?” He whispered, his voice trailing off as he kept his eyes closed, fighting against the sleep that wanted to take over.
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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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