The day dawned bright as a young, raven-haired boy woke up, yawning and
streching in the sunlight. Beside him lay a boy whose hair was so pale it
appeared white. "Draco. Draco, my love, you must wake up.", the raven-haired
boy whispered. "Harry, Harry, be quiet, I'm trying to sleep.", Draco grumbled.
Harry flopped back down on the bed, and sighed quietly. He remembered two
years ago, his seventh year at Hogwarts, when he had struck up a friendship
with the young Slytherin. They had shared thier first kiss after two months of friendship
and had blossomed into lovers. Now, they would be married. In exactly one
year, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy would be wed. Draco's father was dead,
so he would'nt care. Harry had no family to care. He sighed and gently twirled
Draco's hair between his fingers. " Ooh... stop, Harry, you know what that does to me"
The boy shuddered. "Well, then, make me an honest man.." "For what, the eigth time"
The two boys always bickered like this in the morning. And without another word, the two
slipped beneath the covers.
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Preview- "What?!?! Are you sure ! " Draco screamed. " Well, Mr. Malfoy, it appeares that you indeed are"
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