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「 top!harry  //  bot!draco 」


Harry hugged the blond Syltherin tightly as if he had been scared to death by the idea of his lover disappearing the next morning. He tried to memorize Draco's minty scent, he tried to memorize how it felt to hold the boy in his arms. Somehow, he just knew it was going to come to an end. And either of them wouldn't survive.

"Draco..." was the only word able to come out of his mouth. His whole body was shaking, his emerald eyes wide opened in frighten. Draco nearly died and if Harry hadn't been fast enough, he would have never forgiven himself.

"Darling, you can let go of me now. We're safe. It's alright." The blond quietly rubbed his boyfriend's back, trying to comfort him. Torn scars covered his entire body, the cut didn't stop bleeding. He was weak, he was fragile. But what made him hurt more was to see the pain in Harry's eyes.

"No, poppet. We're not safe." The Gryffindor softly whispered as he kisses Draco's forehead.

"Not yet."


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