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One That Stood Alone	By : tsubasagahoushi Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 1867 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"You two get back to Hogwarts now." Cho's voice was colder, more calculating, but the emotion was obvious on her face; the young girl was panicked and scared yet still deeper was an overwhelming sense of protection. Harry was important to her and Cedric had given his last breath to save him. Her gaze shifted to Draco Malfoy. "Get Harry out of here. Please." That said, Cho took off running down the crowded street filling with frenzied and terrifed wizards and witches alike.

"You heard her, Potter." Draco reached for Harry's arm once more but his grasp only closed on empty air. Draco's entire body stiffened and his heart slammed in his chest as he watched Harry dart after the Ravenclaw. "Blasted fucking Potter don't you ever listen to what people tell you?!"

Draco tore after Harry, pushing his way through the crowd and cursing all the way. What in all the seven hells did Harry think he was doing?! Chang was a trained Auror and he was still a student; there was no way they were going to win against a swarm of Death Eaters and possibly the Dark Lord himself. Draco's throat closed at the thought. Oh gods, he couldn't be seen. He couldn't be seen here. Surely if he was seen his father would make him...

The Slytherin cursed, realizing he had lost sight of the bobbing black head in the midst of his thoughts. Growling, he physically pushed a screaming woman from his way. "Honestly, just get inside and get out of my fucking way if you're so bloody terrified, you wailing banshee of a woman!" Draco ran a few steps further but stumbled when the familiar coldness tugged at his body. The tattered black robes of the dementors blackened the sky. A twisted smile and icy hands forced their way past his elegant cloak. The eyes of his mother and father watched on as the tongue of a snake tasted his skin.

"Expecto Patronum!" Draco tore himself from the memory, his eyes coming to focus around him. He had fallen in the middle of the street- luckily after most had run for shelter inside from the dementors. His heart hammered in his chest and only that familiar voice had been able to pull him from the painful memory. It had changed. Instead of the usual agony from his father's punishment in first year, the dementors now triggered the events which had transgressed this summer. His skin crawled at the sensation of the slithering tongue against his skin.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Mercury eyes snapped open, forcing down the sickening thoughts which replayed themselves over and over again in the presence of the ghastly beings. Scrambling up from the ground, Draco ran towards the lone figure which stood in the street ahead of him, wand outstretched towards the swarm of dementors. So Voldemort had gotten them entirely on his side, after all. Nothing but a light mist wafted from Harry's wand causing the dementors to draw ever closer to the Gryffindor. To his Gryffindor.

"Expecto Patronum!" Harry turned at the unexpected voice to see the dark mist swiftly heading directly towards him. His mouth dropped open in surprise when the mist took shape to appear as Death- the magickal creature which cared for the thestrals and led souls away from this plain of existence. Knarled, bony hands tightened around a scythe which Death pulled high over its head. Harry threw himself instinctively to the ground and watched as the patronus drove the dementors away with several arcs of its blade.

"You fucking prat!" Harry found himself pulled up by one arm. His eyes narrowed and mouth dropped open to retort when emerald met shaking blue. The glaciers in Draco's eyes were gone, the gray giving way to a tumulous swirl of color. The blond's jaw was firmly clenched against betrayal of any emotion but his eyes gave it all away despite himself. Harry's voice caught in his throat and he found no words of anger to scream back at the Slytherin boy.

"I have to help," Harry said in a low, yet determined voice.

"Bloody lot of sodding help you're going to be, Potter! You can't even project a patronus in your state and given the nature of things I would say that fucking well tells how much help you'll be!"

"And just what do you mean by 'in your state', Malfoy?" Harry jerked himself away from the blond, shoulders squared and chest heaving in anger. Of all people, Harry did not think Draco was going to treat him like the glass doll everyone else did. Draco's fist clenched in unrestrained rage at the other boy's actions. Couldn't Saint Potter see that all he was trying to do was save both their lives?! "You couldn't possibly understand. This is all happening because of ME." Harry's voice was heavy and shook with the force behind it.

"Do not presume to know what I 'couldn't possibly understand', Potter. The one thing I do seem to fathom which escapes your simple mind is that you cannot win here. Others are giving their lives for you to survive and you throw that all away!" Draco's heart was hammering in his chest and his face was flushed in anger. His father was undoubtedly here. Merlin, even the Snake Beast may be here and Harry was still intent on rushing into his death! The panic tore at the Slytherin boy, his body slowly beginning to quiver. Snarling at the loss of control, Draco forced his hands into tight fists at his sides.

"I won't lose anyone else," Draco stilled slightly at the low tone of Harry's voice. The boy stood within arm's reach of Draco but the blond did not move forward to close the distance. Raven hair obscured his face and his shoulders hunched closer together. "Viktor... Tonks... Hagrid... Neville... Sirius," Harry's voice cracked, head snapping up. His eyes were painfully dry, jaw determinedly clenched in place without so much as a word more. The names themselves were enough; their meaning was unspoken and understood by both.

Their eyes met one another's in silence. The street was deathly still but there were shouts from over the hill, further away from Hogsmead. The Aurors were pushing back the Death Eaters. The Dark Mark still hung sickeningly bright in the sky, casting an eerie green light across their skin and reflecting in their eyes. Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter were two completely and utterly different people and yet...

Harry turned, running down the street towards the shouts of battle. Draco didn't move as he watched Harry's back get farther and farther away. He knew if he was seen here then he would have to aid the Death Eaters in some way. If his father or the Dark Lord saw him helping Harry... then... he would have to feign some excuse. He was going to need to learn Snape's manner of lies soon enough.

"Bloody Gryffindors," Draco spat before running after Harry, wand desperately grasped in his shaking hand.

Both boys came to a halt when they reached the border of Hogsmead where the trees grew thicker and the buildings less. There were several bodies of Aurors- both young and old- strewn about the grass. The occasional cloaked figure lay amongst them but it seemed the Aurors were vastly outnumbered. Sparks of spells lit the air as the fighting continued farther along. Draco reached out for Harry's shoulder in an attempt at holding the boy back just as much as a need for human contact. Both pairs of eyes remained on the scene before them.

They would not win. There seemed to be only four Aurors alive and fighting while the rest loudly told of what happened with their still bodies and bleeding wounds. A swarm of cloaked figures shout dark curses in the night, white masks gleaming a sickly sort of green under the light of their Lord's symbol. Draco pulled his hood over his head, afraid that he would instantly be recognized with his gleaming silver hair. His father was amongst the masked figures, surely. This battle was theirs and they knew it; a sign of the Dark Lord's power and might to strike so close to Hogwarts and survive.

"Petrificus Totalus!" Emerald eyes followed the curse to see long, dark hair flying about the Chinese girl's face as the Death Eater which had come at her fell to the ground. Harry's eyes widened when he saw the young man approaching Cho from behind. Several Death Eaters bowed in his wake, making room for the man to approach the front lines. Red eyes gleamed maliciously as the figure of Tom Riddle raised his wand towards Cho Chang.

Time both slowed and sped up at a most surreal rate. Harry's forehead exploded in agony at the sudden proximity to Voldemort but still he darted forward, the pale hand falling from his shoulder as he moved to attack the Dark Lord. Draco, whose entire mind had been shrouded by horrid images of those red eyes leering down at him, forced himself out of his frozen state of fear as he moved to follow Harry.

"Stupefy!" Cho turned to see Harry running towards them. His spell surged past her to strike at a young Death Eater with no mask. Yet the man only repelled the spell easily, the most evil of smiles turning his handsome face into one of complete sadism. It made the Ravenclaw's blood cold and somewhere in her mind she realized this person was none other than You-Know-Who.

There was no time. Harry had to get out of there; help would not be arriving soon enough and she knew there was no way the remaining Aurors, herself, and Harry and Draco Malfoy would be able to defeat You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters. Her mind was calculating the exact amount of time they had to live and it was not long. Stunning another Death Eater, Cho stepped forward and placed herself between Harry and the young man with the blood-red eyes. Her gaze sought out Draco Malfoy's and she motioned to Harry with a nod of her head. There was a flicker of confusion in those stormy eyes before a reserved understanding.

"Portus!" She tossed the ring towards the Slytherin just as she heard the Cruciatus curse hissed behind her. A pale hand reached out for the shimmering golden circle and deftly snatched it like the Seeker he was just as he slammed into Harry, his free arm encircling the boy's waist.

The last thing Harry saw was Cho falling to the ground, mouth twisting open in pain before the familiar pull at his navel...

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They tumbled onto the grass, Draco on top of Harry as the portkey delivered them to the opposite end of Hogsmead on the path to Hogwarts. No portkey could track the school unless it was made directly by Dumbledore himself and so it seemed Cho had gotten them as close to safety as possible. Draco closed his eyes against the knowledge of what was happening right now to the Ravenclaw. He had always thought the girl to be annoying and idiotic but she proved her own in the end. Fitting for one of her house to think so quickly in such a situation.

"Get off of me! I have to go back!" It was only then Draco snapped himself from his thoughts to feel the writhing body beneath him; unfortunately not in the manner he was so accustomed to. A hand pushed forcefully at his chest but he only pressed himself closer against the panting boy, effectively pinning him to the ground. "Let me go, Malfoy!"

"She bloody gave her life for yours or don't you get it, Harry? She doesn't want you to die," he hissed through clenched teeth. Draco had managed to catch both of the boy's hands and pin them to the ground. A guttural cry escaped Harry's throat causing Draco's stomach to turn and his heart to constrict. He couldn't let Harry up; if he left now he wouldn't be coming back.

"Why?! I never asked for it! I never asked-" Harry bit his lip against the emotional outburst. Cho was going to die. She was going to die like they all had. What made people give up their lives for his? Why couldn't he seem to have the power to save any of them but they all expected him to save the world?! Harry caught sight of his wand a mere arm's length away but Draco was far stronger than he initially appeared. Twisting beneath the blond, his knee aimed for the Slytherin's crotch only to be blocked by the boy's thigh.

"Nice try, Harry, but I won't let you go." Harry gave another buck upwards in a vain attempt at freeing himself. Both boys were panting now, sweat breaking out on their faces to shimmer in the pale light of the moon. Blond hair brushed at Harry's neck as Draco leaned ever closer, his forehead coming to rest against Harry's own. "I can't lose you," he forcefully whispered.

There was nothing but the sounds of heavy breathing which eventually slowed. Draco closed his eyes, his forehead still resting against Harry's. His own heart was hammering in his chest as the adrenaline rushed in his veins. The thought of losing Harry had scared him more than that of seeing Voldemort again. His muscles began to quiver as his body came to the realization of all that had happened in the past ten minutes. But he wouldn't let his grip on Harry loosen until he knew for sure... The stillness of the chest beneath his own caused Draco to open his eyes.

Harry lay still, all effort of breaking free to run back and save the others gone from his person. Dull green eyes stared ahead without focusing on anything. Draco released his grip and eased his weight from Harry, his shadow pulling back from the boy so that the moonlight shimmered down on his face. Draco's breath caught and it felt as though a vice choked at his heart. Trails of tears ran their salty paths down Harry's face and into his hair as more gathered in the shattered eyes to continually stain his cheeks. The Slytherin had never seen The Boy Who Lived cry, nor did it seem anyone else had for that matter. Silently, Draco backed off of Harry completely, calling for the boy's wand and helping him up as they started on the path back to Hogwarts.

Draco took him in through one of the secret entrances which led directly into the dungeons. Granted he didn't reside there anymore, but it would certainly save them both from explaining anything to the Headmaster right now; he was sure the old man knew of what had happened at Hogsmead already. Harry hadn't said a word the entire way and merely followed Draco silently along. The tears had stopped falling but their stains remained. Brushing a hand through his hair, Draco kept glancing at the Gryffindor as he led them both to the Head Boy's rooms.

"I assume you know your way from here," he whispered, glancing about the corridor to make sure no one was there. It was some time past midnight and most were already in their common rooms sleeping. Surely there were loyal and worried Gryffindors awaiting Harry's return. Harry nodded once, hooded and weary eyes meeting silvery-blue. Draco roughly ran his hand through blond hair again as he watched Harry turn to leave, shoulders sagging against the explanations which awaited him in the Gryffindor common room. Before he could think further, he reached out and pulled a startled Harry into a rough hug.

"Draco, wha-"

"Stay here." His breath ruffled raven hair, lips brushing against Harry's ear. There was a hitched breath from the boy before Harry turned himself so that they were properly embracing one another. Burrowing his face into the raven silk, Draco whispered, "Forget tonight and explain tomorrow."

Uttering the password for his room, Draco backpedaled while keeping his arms about Harry's waist. The door slowly shut behind the two and left them in the darkness of Draco's common room. Something bubbled to the surface of Draco's emotions and he couldn't explain it but he needed to make sure Harry was here- that he was alive and indeed with him in this room. Running his hands upwards, he gently removed Harry's glasses and placed them on one of the tables. Worn emerald stared back at him but there was the slightest spark of curiousity in their depths. He cupped Harry's face and brushed his lips against the tear tracks which marred his skin. Harry almost seemed to whimper at this but lifted his head so that their lips met. Neither boy knew what they were feeling so strongly in their chests yet it managed to manifest itself clearly in the desperation behind the kiss. Harry opened his mouth wider, inviting Draco's slick heat into his mouth. Their tongues wrapped about one another in a most intoxicating manner without allowing breath to be had. Harry felt the familiar spark deep within him and suddenly needed this more than anything else. Roughly disrobing the blond of his cloak, he nearly tore the fabric in the process. Draco soon proceeded to do the same leaving both robes discarded on the floor without further thought.

"Wait," Draco breathed, pulling away slightly from Harry. His pale hand slid from Harry's cheek to the boy's hand which was resting on his hip. Taking the Gryffindor's hand, Draco tugged him to the door in the corner of the room. "Not in here." Harry obediently followed Draco through the large doors and into his bedroom. There was the low mutter of a spell from Draco, whom had managed to save his wand from the animalistic removal of robes, causing the room to be dimly lit.

There were various books scattered about- some on the desk in the far corner and others on the bedside table. Draco's broom was propped in one corner against what seemed to be a rather large closet. The room felt far warmer than the living room and had a certain aspect to it which Harry couldn't quite place his finger on but distinctly noted it as being Draco. His eyes then took note of the lavish bed with its large posts and heavy curtains. The entire upperhalf was completely covered in pillows with an emerald velvet comforter.

"Enjoy what you see, Harry?" The words brushed against his skin soon followed by a hot mouth along his neck. Harry's eyes fluttered closed with the intimate contact and it was only a matter of minutes before Draco found his sensitive spot. Moaning, Harry pushed himself back into the lithe body behind him. There was a most familiar hardness brushing against his backside and he rubbed against it causing Draco to growl and bite down on his skin.

"Definately." He was turned and his eyes met a vivid mercury. Pale hands tore at his shirt, freeing him of the restrictive clothing. Hot lips trailed a series of wet kisses along his collarbone. Harry wrapped his hands about Draco's waist and walked backwards with the boy until his knees knocked into the bed. Draco paused in his devouring of Harry's chest to look up at the raven haired boy. Lips sliding into his familiar smirk, Draco pushed Harry onto the bed with one hand. Harry fell into the softness of the mattress while pulling the blond Slytherin with him.

Harry locked his lips onto Draco's, pulling at his swollen mouth with his teeth as he bucked upwards against the Slytherin until their erections met. Draco hissed at the contact, pulling back from Harry momentarily to divulge himself of his button-down shirt. Leaning forward, Harry ripped at the material when the blond was taking too long and pushed Draco onto his back so that their positions were reversed. Straddling the slender hips, Harry leant forwards to trail his tongue from collarbone to navel. Draco's eyelids fluttered and one hand wrapped itself in the raven silk which occasionally tickled his bare skin. Mercury eyes looked down at the green-eyed youth only to watch as his hot mouth took his nipple between teeth and tongue.

"Oh gods, Harry..." There was a feral grin before he nodded upwards. Draco pulled himself further up on the bed so that his legs no longer dangled off the edge. His erection strained in his trousers- especially as it rubbed against Harry's bottom in the process of moving. Harry undid the expensive belt and pulled at Draco's tight trousers until they were entirely free from the blond.

"Honestly, Draco, silk?" One eyebrow raised, Harry eyed the Slytherin with amusement. Draco's breathing was heavy and he merely smirked.

"What can I say? I have high tastes..." Harry only smirked which caused Draco's heart to skip a beat. The Gryffindor massaged him through the silk cloth causing the boy to emit a deep groan as his hips arched upwards and into the touch. Harry pulled the silk boxers excruciatingly slow down the bare legs before wrapping one hand around his shaft. Rubbing his thumb against the head, Harry licked at the pre-cum which spilled forth. The room burst into a series of colors and lights as Harry covered Draco's heat with his mouth. Pale hands fisted in the comforter as his back arched and hips pushed himself ever further into Harry. His entire body felt as though it was on fire and something twisted low in his abdomen just as Harry's tongue swirled over his heated erection. A scream passed his lips as hips bucked upwards in one final thrust. Eyes closed, Harry swallowed the warm essence of the boy beneath him.

Before he knew what was happening, Harry was pulled forward and flipped. His eyes hooded, he watched as Draco deftly removed the worn denim that kept them both from one another entirely. Harry's mind was in a fog, not rationally thinking about anything in the heat of the moment. But a rush of memory came surging back once smooth hands traced down the long, jagged scar on his abdomen. Shaking beneath the touch, Harry snaked his hands upwards to encircle the Slytherin's neck. Pulling Draco down on top of him, he roughly took hold of the other boy's mouth. There was a moan, neither sure whether it was from the other or themselves.

Draco thrust forward, causing their erections to grind against one another in a most intoxicating manner. Harry hissed into the blond's mouth, hands clawing at the porcelain skin on his back. Their tongues wrestled with one another as Draco moved again, faster this time. Harry pulled back as thin threads of saliva connected the boys to each other. Wrapping his legs about Draco's waist, he almost whined.

"Draco... now..." Hungry silver eyes made contact with a deep emerald. A surge of emotions was pulsating in Draco but nothing more than possession ensnared his mind at that very moment. He wanted to mark Harry as his own permanently. No one was going to take Harry from him. No one. Something in his clouded mind told him to look for his wand but Harry would have none of it. "No.. I don't care.. Draco.. please..." That was it. The keening tone of Harry's voice sent Draco over the edge.

One hand traced down the contours of the slim seeker body beneath him to slide two fingers slowly into Harry. There was a loud hiss before the raven haired boy pushed himself all the way down on Draco's digits. Draco stroked the pliable flesh of Harry's core before pulling his slick fingers from the boy. Panting, Harry looked up at the blond with an irresistable need in those glittering eyes. Positioning himself at Harry's entrance, Draco pushed in without warning. His instincts took over as did Harry's. There was a scream but it was one of pleasure as the Gryffindor threw his head back into the pillows. Not knowing how to deal with the raw feeling Draco was experiencing, he bit down on Harry's collarbone as he thrust further into the boy. Sliding in and out, he sank himself further and further in until he seemed to hit the best part. Harry's entire body singed and he tangled one hand in Draco's hair, his legs tightening their grip about the blond's waist. Pounding into the boy beneath him, Draco pumped Harry in time with his own thrusts. His head hung low, lips brushing against the sweaty flush of Harry's cheek.

"Harry..." The name was like a prayer on his lips as his thrusts became faster and more desperate. The boy shook beneath him, both hands clawing at Draco's back. It was a sensory overload. The feeling of Harry against him, the sensation of being completely and utterly surrounded by the raven haired boy, the hands at his back, the firm, beating pulse of the Gryffindor coming in his hand. Draco let out a scream as he came, quivering over Harry as he thrust one last time from the aftershock of his orgasm. Collapsing onto the boy, he remained buried in him as both chests rose and fell rapidly. It was only when Draco finally lifted his head that he noticed the tears staining the pillow.

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The scene was grotesque, smeared flesh strewn about iron gates as it waved in the wind of the storm. A disgustingly slick mind probed at his thoughts, hissing that all of this was of his own doing. One in the same, body and mind, this was all caused by his lack of response. Thunder erupted in his ears as lightning pierced the sky like a sick sort of cosmic joke against the backdrop. Mangled black hair blew in the breeze over what was left of the girl's face.

Harry lurched in the bed, falling out from under the warm blanket just in time as what little food he had tore from his throat. Retching, his body shook with the force of the dream. Palms against the cold floor, his stomach lurched once more in a vain attempt of ridding food which it did not have. Stomach acid burned his esophagus and his eyes clenched tightly shut against the foul taste it left in his mouth. As foul as the vision he had...

"Harry..." There was a warm, wet cloth wiping at his face as the stinking mess was dismissed of with the wave of a slender black wand. Squinting up at the figure next to him, Harry stared for several seconds before processing who it was kneeling near him nude as the day he was born. Pushing the gentle hand away, he stood and shrugged the blond off. Yet his intentions and body were not on the same plane and so just like the room that spun about him, Harry staggered and lost balance.

"Bloody hell, Potter, will you stay still for a minute?" Harry's face burrowed into the chest which was pressed tightly against him. His hands moved to encircle the waist but all too soon the vision of that marred face loomed in his mind. And not only was it Cho. No, there were so many more. So many... Pushing away from Draco, Harry stumbled across the room. He needed to leave. He needed to get as far away from here as possible. If he was gone from here, then no one else could be hurt. The ache in his bottom reminded him of things which had transgressed mere hours ago and this only heightened his paranoia. How had he let himself slip that far? Why had he allowed such a thing to take place? He couldn't get close... not again.. not to anyone else...

Harry's fingers fumbled with the zipper on his pants. His palms were sweating and his face drained of all color. The loose threads which were keeping his sanity together shook precariously in the vicious winds from the recent dream. Turning about the room in search of his shirt, his eyes finally laid rest on the garment of clothing nowhere else but in the hands of the Slytherin who was sitting on the edge of his bed, legs crossed and eyebrow raised. "Looking for something, Harry? Really, if you had been in such a rush I could have woken you earlier."

"I'm sorry, I have-"

"Don't fucking apologize to me, Potter!" Draco stood, red marring his porcelain features as the anger seeped through from within. The blond knew Harry had some serious issues; he wasn't daft. But it bothered him that instead of even thinking of sharing these things with him, the sodding git just wanted to run off back to his quaint little room and hide away from the rest of the world once more. "I don't care about your sodding excuses that you use on your fellow Gryffindorks. They won't work with me. Not here, not now." His jaw was clenched tight and he tilted his head a degree higher. A part of Draco wanted nothing more than to hold the shaking boy before him but an even larger part was absolutely enraged at the traitorous thought. He was being rejected yet again, and old wounds break open too easily.

Silence hung heavy in the room. Harry stood as though frozen in place, worn and ragged with tired eyes which tried in vain to focus on the blurs of shapes before him. The dream was all too fresh in his mind and although the paranoia was receding from his body, the loss of it almost threatened to cause him to lose all semblance of control whatsoever. Taking the few steps that led him to stand in front of Draco, Harry looked down at the blond.

He had no idea what he felt for Draco Malfoy. What happened last night was nothing more than a need to ensure he was alive- almost a means to inflict pain upon himself in any way possible. Yet it had not been painful and a part of him remembered the warm embrace which held him once the blond thought him to be asleep. Harry knew it was the stereotypical way of a hero to reject his friends in order to save them. It's easy to say such actions are foolish and won't change anything in the end. But this is from the viewpoint of someone who does not know the weight of someone's death on their shoulders. Harry couldn't take it. So many were gone from the world because of him, because he had failed in the one thing he was meant to do. Mercury eyes looked up at his, emotion lurking deep within their depths. If he broke now, then Harry would never be able to piece himself back together. He couldn't show anyone what he truly felt inside because he didn't dare feel it himself.

His fingers brushed against the pale skin, twirling strands of platinum blond about their tips. Leaning down ever so slowly, his lips brushed lightly against the slightly parted mouth. Eyelids fluttered closed as the blond responded just as gently. Neither boy knew any inkling of what they were getting themselves into nor did either truly wish to find out. The kiss deepened as Draco slid his free hand into the hair at the back of Harry's neck. Both of Harry's hands cupped the angled pale face as he slowly pulled away, eyes opening to look directly into their silver counterparts. Letting one hand drop to the shirt which Draco held loosely, Harry took it with no struggle. Tracing the contour of the slender face, his lips brushed against the swollen pair below him.

"Good-bye, Draco." He pulled away, hand slowly falling from the still Adonis sitting on the messy bed. Casting his gaze downwards, Harry turned from the Slytherin and pulled his shirt over his head. Draco didn't even stir when the door closed, the harsh sound echoing throughout his room.
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