Translation: [Latin] Libero = Free
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"So, you're still staying in my quarters, right?" Draco asked as he and Harry walked around the school grounds.
"Of course. We've had it planned since the beginning of the year." Harry nodded.
"What are you doing after you leave?" Draco said.
"I'm spending the evening with Severus. I promised him I would," Harry told his friend.
"Really? Christmas with Severus. Well, well, what's going on there?" Draco said suggestively and Harry rolled his eyes.
"You have an unhealthy obsession with wanting Severus and I to get together. Get some help, Draco," Harry said with a grin.
"It is not an obsession, it's curiosity. You two have certainly gotten along much better lately. You've become quite close if I've seen things correctly," Draco said.
"He's my friend, Draco. A really good friend and I'm not attracted to him. He's not attracted to me either nor would he ever be," Harry said, kicking at the snow under his feet.
"Why wouldn't he be?" Draco asked, confused though not surprised. He knew Harry always considered himself unable and unworthy to receive any affection.
"Have you seen me, Draco?" Harry raised an eyebrow. "I barely exist, I'm so thin because of my bloody relatives. I'm not exactly what one would call attractive, not to mention the connection to Voldemort thing." He shrugged.
"Harry, I love you, but you are so ridiculous sometimes that I want to smack you," Draco said and Harry looked at him.
"You always smack me," Harry said, deadpanned.
"And for good reason," Draco said. "Look, you deserve attention and love as much as anyone else, if not more. You are good looking, Harry, and coming from me, that sounds strange since I am completely straight and crushing on someone."
"Yeah, who is this mystery crush?" Harry asked, nudging Draco's shoulder with his own.
"I'm not telling," Draco said with a smile.
"Oh, come on, Draco. If you tell me, I'll consider the possibility of falling for your godfather," Harry said, and Draco looked at him with a raised eyebrow and amused glint in his eyes.
"No, you won't," Draco said and Harry chuckled, shrugging.
"No, I wouldn't. I tried." Harry grinned and Draco rolled his eyes, smiling himself. "Come on, tell me. I really want to know."
"I know and that's why I'm not telling you," Draco said.
"Prat."
"That's me," Draco said, sounding proud and Harry laughed.
"When do you want me to come over?" Harry asked.
"Whenever. We're having dinner with everyone else so it doesn't really matter," Draco told him and Harry nodded.
"Come on, it's getting cold. We should go in," Harry said and they headed back for the school. They walked through the empty corridors, quietly talking and making their way to the dungeons. They eventually stopped outside a portrait of two young men that appeared to be twins. They were both blonde with shoulder-length hair and looked about twenty years old. They wore outfits that appeared to be what the rich would wear back in the Middle Ages.
"Hey, Demetri. Hey, Jeremy," Draco greeted the young, blonde twins.
They smiled at the young Slytherin. "Hey, Draco," Demetri said. "Hey, Harry," he added.
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Spur of the Moment
फैनफिक्शनThe war rages on as Harry Potter enters his sixth year. Forced to work with Severus Snape to end the war, what happens when feelings change? How can anyone focus on feelings when a war threatens the wizarding world? Will the war end or the world?
