“Okay.” Harry said under his breath, unable to stay awake any longer as sleep overwhelmed him.
The next thing Harry knew, he was opening his eyes to see platinum blonde hair, making him smile and take a deep breath in. The smell of Draco….Harry couldn’t understand why he loved it so much but to him, it was a drug he couldn’t get enough of.
How long had it been anyways? Looking around the room, Harry then looked back to see if his wings were still there, although without his glasses he seemed to be at a loss when it came to his sight so he brought his hand back to feel instead.
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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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