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Completed on the 3^rd of October 2005.

I have just finished tutoring my brothers. *sighs in relief* Teaching
them 1-on-1 is as hard as teaching a class. *rolls eyes* I think it is
really time for me to work on Chapter 21 of PHU. I kind of forgotten
what I'm supposed to write for the particular chapter. Thank goodness I
have jotted down my thoughts on index cards, or I have to invite
bunnies all over again. :P

Fic Title: Can't Fake It

Author: Firesword a.k.a. Asmini

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its characters belong to JK
Rowling and so on. I just own the muse.

Summary: Draco woke to find someone sleeping beside him, and
pondered on the words his godfather had told him. Words that had caused
him to faint in shock.

Rating: Blue Flame (NC-17)

Notes: One-shot. Idea had been bothering me since Friday (30^th
September 2005), I think ... so ... HP/DM. Slash. Romance. Fluff. It is
really smut with no plot? Really, really without plot.

Can't Fake It

By Firesword

The bedroom was quiet and a little dark, but Draco
could still see where he was and who was in the bedroom. Or more
specifically, sleeping on the bed beside him. The silver-haired wizard
pulled off the blanket that covered him silently and sat up. He frowned
as he stared at the serene-looking Gryffindor. It bothered him a little
to admit that Harry Potter looked quite handsome, and adorable, to fall
asleep with his glasses on and moonlight draped over one side of his
face. However, it bothered him more that he could not remember what
Severus had said to him just before he had collapsed in ... shock.
Harry turned and gave his back to the window.

Draco stared unblinkingly at the sleeping teenager. Why
... why? He swallowed nervously and studied the pale shoulder
illuminated by the moonlight. He took a deep breath and forced his eyes
down, and down. Then he forgot to breathe, and he started to feel a bit
faint.

It was not the nakedness that had stunned him, but
simply, the hidden beauty that Harry had secretly possessed.

No wonder the girls had been so crazy over him,
Draco thought dreamily. Silver eyes settled on Harry's ankles and he
felt an overwhelming urge to grab them with his hands and trail upward.
He caught himself and groaned inwardly. Great Slytherin, had I
really thought of that? He almost shrieked when his fingers
brushed against the softness of Harry's hip and he pulled his hand back
immediately.

Why is he here with me? Why is he naked? What did
Severus say to me? Merlin ... what? Draco kept his arms crossed,
as he feared he might be tempted to touch Harry again. Gods ... his
waist ... his hip. He bit down on his lower lip and shook his head
to clear his thoughts. In the end, he looked away, closed his eyes and
concentrated hard. Slowly, the words spoken by the Potions master
returned to him.

"The only way to make certain that Draco is safe, is for him to have
some sort of relation with Potter."

Draco nearly bolted out of bed, but he did not. His
eyes had fallen on Harry's face and he was calmed by the peaceful
expression. Did Severus mean ... Dear gods, how can he think of
such a prosaic way to save my arse? He touched Harry lightly on the
waist. The raven-haired wizard did not stir. Before he knew it, he was
moving further down the bed and he was resting with his face near
Harry's groin. He looked up nervously but Harry still slept. Draco
touched the mat of pubic hair that surrounded Harry's vulnerability
tentatively and it mesmerized him to feel the softness under his
fingertips.

He started to wonder if anyone had touched Harry like
this before and suddenly, he felt a hot, irrational surge of jealousy.
His cheeks warmed slightly in embarrassment. I must be mad. He
stopped worrying about whether he was mad or not when Harry's scent
filled his nostrils. Oh god. He inched closer and his hand
moved up to caress the wizard's hip. His mouth watered slightly as he
stared at the limp cock before him. Where's my wand? He felt
around his robes but he could not find it. Damn ... I have to try
without it then.

He closed his eyes and tried to block the arousing
scent from his mind. He concentrated on the charm and pressed a finger
to his lips. The taste of peppermint exploded in his mouth suddenly.
When the charm ended, he felt clean and refreshed. He licked his lips
experimentally and slowly, a devilish grin spread on his face.

I hope you have a good sense of hygiene, Harry.
He curled his fingers around the sexy hip and stuck his tongue out to
taste Harry intimately. He shuddered with hunger and took the organ
into his mouth. He sucked gently and groaned around the length. Bloody
hell, you taste exquisite. Draco continued to suckle until it
started to harden and he trembled again at the incredible pleasure he
felt.

Harry made a soft noise and arched into his mouth.
Draco followed him and knelt into the space between his legs. Draco
pulled his mouth away with a loud pop and swiveled his head to look at
the door nervously. I just hope no one hears anything. He went
back to look at Harry, who slept fitfully and who sported a very
delectable hard-on. Unable to restrain his animalistic � and somewhat
horny � self, he wrapped his lips around the hard flesh and sucked
fiercely. He kept his eyes on Harry's face and watched as the calm face
rippled into something that looked like agony. The raven-haired wizard
let out a strangled groan and the sound of it made Draco's stomach
tighten with need. Then in a motion that seemed dream-like and
ethereal, Harry gripped the bedsheets and undulated on the bed. Draco
unconsciously tightened his fingers on the wizard's hips and moaned
around the cock as the tip brushed the back of his throat deliciously.
He pulled away hastily to lick away the traces of pre-emission from the
head, and then he went back to sucking; he wanted to hear Harry make
more of the sexy sounds.

-oOooOooOo-

He knew it had to be a dream, and he knew that the
greasy bastard was to blame. If only the blasted Potions master did not
put the notion in his head first, he would not be dreaming of this. He
would not be dreaming of fine, silken hair brushing his thighs, a pair
of pale, graceful hands rubbing his abdomen, of a wicked tongue making
him melt, and the presence that could only belong to his fair-haired
archenemy.

"Draco," he whispered the name in a voice full of
desire. He did not care if he had uttered that in his dream or if he
had audibly. The only thing that was of matter to him was that Draco
would not stop paying attention to him. "Draco." Again, he called the
Slytherin, and slid his fingers through the mane of silver-blonde hair.
He lifted his hips and groaned as something caressed him tightly and
licked him wickedly.

At some point, Harry suddenly realized that he was
actually awake. But�. However, the sensations did not cease,
but it had increased. He fought to open his eyes and he stared at Draco
a little blankly. Bloody sweet ... Merlin. Harry felt his
cheeks starting to burn with absolute embarrassment. Bloody hell.
He could not believe the sight � he could not believe that his legs
were up with feet that were planted firmly on the mattress, or that he
was slowly pumping his cock between Draco's lips. He gasped, a little
amazed that everything he saw looked quite erotic. Draco especially.

"Malfoy, what are you doing?" he asked in a hushed
tone. He tried to keep his hips still and he managed to do so, until
Draco started to lash at the underside fiercely with his tongue. Harry
whimpered and drove his hips up instinctively. Draco pulled his mouth
away and Harry groaned at the loss of heat and friction.

With wide, emerald eyes, Harry stared as Draco licked
his shaft with a wicked gleam in his silver eyes.

"I wonder if you're blind, and paralyzed, Potter,"
Draco answered in a silky tone. "I'm sucking your cock."

"But ... I thought you didn't want..."

"How could I not want it � no, not it." Draco crawled
forward and Harry held his breath. Draco stopped when he was face to
face with Harry. "How could I not want you, Harry, when you were
already lying naked and looking extremely," Draco licked his lips
sensuously, "delicious?"

"I was naked?" Harry blinked. He quickly ran through
his memories but he was unable to remember anything after Draco's
collapse in the living room. I don't recall coming into the bedroom.

Draco did not say anything � he had simply raised his
eyebrow. Harry could not say anything either, as the warmth that was so
close to his body was distracting him to no end.

-oOooOooOo-

He stared down into the pools of emerald obstructed
by the pair of glasses, but he saw the uncertainty in them clearly.
Draco lowered his groin, pressed firmly into Harry, and grinned evilly
at the sharp pant. He shifted his hips and thrust again, and a groan
escaped from his own mouth at the feeling of Harry's member sliding
against his trapped cock. He threw his head back and arched, and
enjoyed the exhilarating sensation.

Draco breathed hard and looked down at Harry's needy
face. He rotated his hips and delighted upon seeing the slight furrow
of black eyebrows. "Shall I continue, or do you want me to stop?" He
pressed down and rotated his hips wickedly. Then he felt Harry's
fingers digging painfully above his hip. "I'll take that as you don't
want this to stop."

The silver-haired wizard braced himself with one hand
while he rubbed Harry's neck and throat with his right hand. He
continued to rock against Harry as he toyed with Harry's dark nipple,
and when he twisted it gently, he felt wetness on his pants. He could
feel his own cock throbbing and leaking in excitement as well.

"You really are a sexy one, Harry." He slid his hand
further down between their bodies and touched Harry's hard cock. "My,
you are quite excited," he murmured teasingly and circled his finger
around the wet head.

"Draco."

He wrapped his fingers around the hard length and
started to pump it. "You know what, Harry? I love it when you call my
name," he said softly, and leaned down. He whispered the incantation,
and smiled at the sharp intake of breath from the wizard below him.
"Let's see what is your favorite flavor." He licked at Harry's lips
before thrusting his tongue inside the warm mouth. He tasted chocolate
and coffee, and groaned as fingers buried into his hair and Harry
deepened their kiss.

Draco needed more. He felt so hot and incredible, and
the throbbing cock in his hands just made him want to do anything and
everything with Harry. He broke away from the kiss and licked his lips.
"I think I'll suck you again, Harry." He squeezed the flesh gently.
"You're making me very hungry."

"Please."

He smirked and bent his head forward to nuzzle at
Harry's neck, and slowly, he went down Harry's body. He paused to tease
the hard nub for several seconds. Then he went on to plant kisses on
the stomach, abdomen, and groin. Then he guided Harry's cock into his
mouth and tasted the heavenly essence that coated the head. "Mmmmmm."
His tongue swirled around the underside. "You really taste good," he
murmured and kissed the shaft. He planted another kiss at the base and
rubbed his cheek against the stiff flesh. "You feel good. So ... hard.
Silky," he pulled the foreskin up, "and hard."

"Draco," Harry hissed. "Please."

Lips wrapped around the hard cock and suckled gently.
An agile and hungry tongue fluttered all around the shaft while hands
moved to unbutton a rumpled shirt. Draco undressed with his mouth busy.
It was several minutes later when he was finally as naked as Harry was.
Draco squeezed his cock briefly and whimpered in need.

"Come here," Harry whispered.

In a lusty haze, Draco released Harry and crawled up.
He thought Harry wanted a kiss, but the dark-haired wizard pulled at
his hips insistently. His knees nearly gave way, but not before his
cock was buried in Harry's mouth.

"You're naughty too," he said breathlessly, as he
watched himself disappear into the wet heat. His cock pulsed and it
encouraged Harry to suck harder. "Do you like that?" Draco murmured.
"Do you like how I taste?" Talking and letting Harry suck him at the
same time was pulling him closer and closer to orgasm. Draco jerked his
hips away and smirked at the irritated expression. "I don't want to
come too soon." He pouted and firmly grasped Harry's wrist. "Are you
deaf too, love? I don't want to come now, although to see your face
covered with my come is very appealing."

"Hmmmm."

"You seem to like it when I do that," Draco murmured
to himself, and he absently settled his body on top of Harry. "Fuck."

"Yeah..."

Leisurely, Draco ground his hips and rubbed his cock
against Harry's. "Fuck ... yes." He buried his face in the crook of
Harry's neck and continued to roll his hips.

The heat inside him seemed to grow greater and more
intense, and he let out a long moan when Harry kissed his shoulder and
neck. He knew that this was how sex, if not lovemaking should feel
like. He just wanted to melt in Harry's arms. There was something not
quite right, however. As he breathed hard into Harry's ear, he wondered
what was missing.

This is different. I'm not with a girl � I don't
have to be in control. His muscles tightened in excitement. I
don't have to be in control. I don't need to dominate. "Harry."

-oOooOooOo-

His mind and body burned with lust. It felt right and
wonderful, and Harry kissed Draco's shoulder fervently. There was
something about the way that Draco's body had molded into his that was
making him very happy � it was perfect. Harry was not so surprised with
the eager way his body was reacting � he had experienced quite gay
encounters with Charlie and the Weasley twins � but what was surprising
to him was the feeling deep inside him. He did not know where the idea
had come from, but he wanted Draco to be his lover. Permanently.

In a sudden burst of masculinity, he tightened his
hold on Draco and rolled them over. He nearly came when Draco moaned
his name. The Slytherin sounded very seductive, and when Harry opened
his eyes to look down at the wizard under him, Draco looked very
aroused. Glazed silver eyes peered through long, blonde eyelashes, and
a tongue peeked out of reddened lips to lick the lower flesh.

"I want you, Draco," Harry hissed before he could
stop himself. He braced himself and waited for Draco to kick him or
something, but Draco continued to look at him expectantly. He frowned
slightly and grabbed Draco's legs before hoisting them up. Then, he
boldly brushed his erection along Draco's crack and pressed his cock
against the dark pink entrance. "Do you really want this?"

"I want you," Draco said in a strange voice.

"Are you sure?" Harry jabbed at the tightness and
shuddered to feel it opening quite readily for him. He stopped himself
before he could drive his hips forward.

"Am I sure?" A throaty chuckle escaped from Draco's
throat. A magical candle appeared above them and Harry breathed in
sharply at the sight. Mesmerized, he watched as Draco slowly took hold
of his stiff erection and stroked it languidly. "I am hard, Harry, and
as you can see, I'm leaking, just for you."

Harry let out a soft growl and leaned forward. He
caught Draco's cock in his mouth and sucked fiercely. He moaned as his
tongue lapped up at the pre-come, and shivered, when Draco pulsed in
his mouth and more salty liquid dripped onto his tongue.

"Make me ready," Draco whispered and tugged at his
hair urgently. "Now. I cannot wait any longer."

"Where's my wand?" Harry asked hoarsely.

"Isn't it there?" Draco answered with a soft chuckle.

He blushed. "I meant my holly wand � not this."

"I don't know. I couldn't find mine either." Then
Draco closed his eyes and brought his knees up.

Harry could not breathe at the delicate sight. After
several moments, he belatedly reached out for the pillows on the bed
and pushed it under Draco's arse. "Just keep on holding your legs."
Tentatively, he placed his hands on each of Draco's cheek and parted
them. Then he brought his face forward but stopped when Draco gasped.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm going to prepare you," Harry said with a small
smile.

"But..."

"Don't worry." Again, he smiled. He sucked on his
forefinger and coated it heavily with his saliva before pressing it
against the wrinkled muscle. He frowned in concentration and released
the charm of cleansing.

"Ah!" Draco gasped, probably surprised by the effects
of the spell. He surprised Harry by jerking his balls abruptly. "Bloody
hell! You should have warned me first!" he panted. "I nearly exploded
right then!"

"You don't happen to have a cock-ring, don't you?"
Harry asked mildly.

"What in the hell do you think I am, Harry? Some kind
of rent-boy or something?"

Harry grinned crookedly. "No, not a rent-boy. Just
someone very, very seductive and I really want to fuck you. And Draco,
don't come too soon." Without speaking further, he thrust his tongue
into the dark hole.

"HARRY! FUCK!"

The scream was music in his ears and Harry was so
excited when the tight ring clenched and unclenched at his tongue. He
worked furiously and groaned when he found that he could push his
tongue all the way in. He resisted the temptation to jerk his cock and
so he kept his hands busy. He cast a charm to lubricate his fingers,
and carefully inserted one into Draco's body.

"Harry, now. I want you now!"

"I don't want to hurt you, Draco," he said, almost
sternly. "Be patient."

"I'll come," Draco whimpered.

"Not yet, Draco." Harry closed his eyes and bit his
lip. Draco was drawing him in, was massaging his finger from the
inside. "You're so hot ... so tight." He licked and thrust his tongue
in again. He accidentally rubbed a spot inside Draco that caused the
wizard to jerk and arch up.

"Stop, stop!" Draco whimpered.

Harry did not. Instead, he wriggled his finger around
in search of that spot again, and watched in amazement as Draco's cock
jerked on its own accord and a small amount of white come oozed out.

"Inside � I want you inside me," Draco pleaded. "I
can't � Harry..."

"I haven't prepared you enough," Harry muttered. He
rotated his wrist slowly. You're so tight.

"I don't care. I promise you � it wouldn't hurt."

"Have you done this before?"

"No ... but..."

"No buts. I have, and it hurt the first time." Harry
brushed his cheek against Draco's inner thigh soothingly. "Just a bit
more."

-oOooOooOo-

"Fuck me now," Draco growled. He pushed his
arse forward insistently against Harry's finger and pulled back. He did
it again. And again. Pants filled his ears. They did not belong to him,
but the owner of the finger who he was fucking.

"Draco." It was a warning of a sort, but Draco did
not heed it. He shut his eyes and threw his head back as another finger
invaded him, and then a third finger joined the second without waiting
for him to adjust. He did not mind the pain, because he was already
feeling the pleasure.

"Harry, please. I'm ready for you ... get inside me
now."

The fingers withdrew and he moaned in disappointment.
He did not like the feeling of emptiness and he opened his eyes to look
pleadingly at Harry.

"Suck me first," Harry whispered. "I can't
con-concentrate."

Draco licked his lips lewdly, oddly happy upon seeing
the wild state of Harry's eyes. Harry came up to him and presented him
his cock. Draco closed his eyes in bliss as Harry filled his mouth with
rigid flesh. He sucked, lapped and wetted it as best as he could before
pulling away. The raven-haired wizard took up position and slowly
pushed in. Draco trembled at the invasion. It was peculiarly arousing
and exciting to think about a cock going into him and fucking him.

Inch by inch, Harry buried himself into Draco's body,
and Draco quickly adjusted to the thickness. He clenched his muscles
and let his walls envelop Harry like a glove.

"Wa-wait. D-don't do that," Harry groaned and took a
deep breath.

Their balls finally touched and Harry pressed firmly
into him. Loud groans emerged from their throats.

"So good. Bloody hell, Draco, you're so tight."

"Fuck. I like it. I like your cock," Draco muttered
unconsciously. It was true. Harry's cock fitted in him perfectly. Quite
experimentally, he pulled back and thrust forward into Harry.

"Yessss," Harry hissed.

Draco wrenched his eyes open to gaze at Harry, and he
watched feverishly, as Harry started to move into him with short,
shallow thrusts. He allowed Harry to hold him up by the ankles and
relished in the sensation of being filled and emptied repeatedly.

"Like that?" Harry whispered. Draco could only nod in
response. "You're so tight, Draco. I can't last ... if you keep doing
that."

Draco chuckled and hooked his ankles behind Harry's
back, and slowly pulled him forward. He parted his lips to allow entr�e
to Harry's tongue and raked his fingers through messy, black hair. They
fenced and their hands roamed with wild abandon. Harry began to pound
into him and the bed started to rock, and Draco responded by tightening
his muscles around Harry.

"Stop that!" Harry gasped.

"It feels too good for me to stop," he whimpered. "I
want to feel you come inside me."

Harry fucked him harder and Draco surrendered to the
dark pleasures of their intimacy.

"This should have hurt, Draco."

"But I'm not h � right there!" Draco turned his face
to the side and Harry's lips sucked his neck fiercely. "I'm ... fuck,
Harry! I'm co � uh!"

Strange, seductive hisses reached his ear and they
managed to stimulate him further. He slipped one hand between their
stomachs to wrap around his arousal and pumped it fast. The whispers,
Harry's cock pumping in and out of him and teasing his prostate, his
own hand jerking his cock, his excitement � it became too much for him
to control. He exploded and cried out Harry's name. He felt his muscles
squeezing Harry hard and cried out again as hotness splashed inside
him, again and again.

-oOooOooOo-

Harry breathed hard into Draco's damp neck and willed
his heart to calm down. It was not; it was still pounding erratically,
matching the heartbeat beneath him. He pushed himself up slightly and
claimed Draco's lips in a hard kiss. The silver-haired wizard sighed
into his mouth and purred, before curling his limbs all around Harry.
That amused Harry slightly and he smiled as he brushed his lips along
Draco's cheek.

"Draco?"

"Hmmmm?"

"I'm not exactly sure how this will help me keep you
safe."

"I'm not sure myself. But..."

"But?"

"Can I be your lover?"

Harry's head jerked up and he stared piercingly into
Draco's gray eyes. "What?"

Draco's lips curled into a slight pout. "You don't
want me to be yours?"

Voices inside Harry's mind shouted ecstatically. He
licked his lips and looked at Draco thoughtfully. "Are you certain?"
Draco nodded in reply. "All right."

The sharp, aquiline face brightened at his answer and
he smiled.

"So," Draco turned his face to look at the window,
"what shall we do now? Sleep?"

Harry hid a smile. "No, that's not what I have in
mind." He started to kiss Draco's neck in a way that made the wizard
shiver. "You choose � fuck me, or ride me."

"That's easy," Draco answered in a breathy voice.
"I'm not feeling all that domineering tonight, so I'll take the ride."

-oOooOooOo-

"Noisy night, wasn't it?" Hermione Granger said
loudly when Draco and Harry entered the kitchen in the morning.

Draco's cheeks turned hot and when he glanced at his
lover, he saw that Harry was blushing quite hard.

"What in Merlin's name did you think you were
doing?" a voice asked gratingly.

"What's wrong with what we were doing?" Draco asked
Severus Snape.

"I said that you have to make some sort of relation
with Potter to save your soul, you brat," Severus grated. "I was
talking about friendship, not..." Peculiarly, the Potions master's
cheeks turned pink.

"Friendship?" Draco snorted and looked at the older
wizard archly. "I woke up and found him lying naked next to me ... and
you were thinking that we would settle on friendship?"

"What?" Severus looked at him shocked.

Draco gave the greasy-haired wizard a hard look.

"So, do the two of you have anything to say?" Granger
asked, not him, but at two Weasleys who looked very guilty.

"I should have killed the two of you years ago,"
Severus exploded.

"But�"

"�you said that they had to have a relationship!"

"You idiots," Severus growled.

Beside him, Harry suddenly burst into curses and the
Gryffindor suddenly stormed forward. Fred, or perhaps, George, yelped
and backed up, but Harry caught hold of his collar.

"Did you put anything in my drink last night?" Harry
demanded angrily.

"Hey, calm down, mate�"

"I'm not your bloody mate! Did you or did you not?"

"Harry, what's wrong?" Draco reached out and touched
Harry's elbow.

"Did you?"

"No, we didn't! I swear! We just hexed you to sleep,
and undressed you. Then we put him to bed after that, and that was it!"

"If I find out that something else is making me do
these things, I'll have your hide," Harry hissed dangerously.

"Can you tell me what this is about?" Draco asked
Harry in exasperation.

"Did you make him eat anything?"

"No!"

Harry released Weasley's collar and stood back. Draco
tilted his head to one side and looked inquiringly at Harry.

"Are you sure you're attracted to me?" Harry asked
solemnly.

Draco snorted derisively. "Had you expected me to
fake my orgasms?" He dimly heard Granger making retching noises while
his godfather swore rather creatively just beside the stove.

"Are you sure?" Harry repeated. He looked slightly
dreamy.

"I do find you attractive, Harry," Draco sighed.
Calmly, he stepped forward and circled his arms around Harry's waist.
He also used the opportunity to press his groin against Harry's thigh.
"I can't be having this if I'm not."

"Are you sure you're not just horny?" Harry whispered.

Draco sighed again. "If I'm just horny, I'd do
anyone. But I won't be contented with just anyone now, you git."

His lover grinned a little sheepishly.

"Good boy." Draco kissed Harry's cheek gently. "Now,
please tell them."

"I'm going to be in trouble, you know."

"So? I'll stay with you."

"All right." Harry smiled briefly at him before
turning to face the crowd in the kitchen. "Draco and I are a couple
now, so ... I'm his boyfriend. Okay?"

"Fools," Severus spat. "You didn't have to go that
far." He glared menacingly at Draco.

"Well, unfortunately, things did get far."

"Well, what do you expect me to say, Harry? Ron isn't
going to be too pleased by this, and I can't imagine how Ginny will
react."

"What about you? Are you okay with it?"

Granger shrugged. "As long as you're happy, I'm okay."

"Good. Now," Draco started silkily, "Harry is mine,
and I will not tolerate anyone touching him or acting around
him inappropriately." He looked sardonically at the Weasley twins. "Am
I clear?"

"I thought I'm supposed to be the possessive one,"
Harry said with green eyes that twinkled with amusement.

"You're the dominant one, which makes me the
submissive, and very possessive," Draco answered calmly.

"As long as you're happy with the arrangement..."

"I am. Now, let's put together some breakfast and go
back to our room."

"Mister Malfoy, do you think you're on holiday? That
foul-mouthed aunt of yours will be hunting for you," Severus
interjected silkily.

"I am, for the next several hours. I expect to be
satiated by then." Draco sniffed haughtily. "Come, Harry. Let's get
some breakfast."

- The End -
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