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Nodding his head in agreement, Harry walked into the Great Hall beside the man he loved and actually looked around. He knew all eyes were on them but…for some reason, Harry didn’t mind. Everything good was happening in his life now, and if a little bit of stares would change that, then Harry would have probably left a long time ago.
Sitting down in Draco’s lap as always, Harry smiled, just barley being able to feel that movement of his chest, knowing all too well what that was.
“We should eat now huh?” Harry smiled, putting one of his hands on his stomach to remind him of how badly he had to keep himself healthy.
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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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