Pale Morning
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The pale morning light woke Harry when Draco was already getting dressed. He looked older in those tall black boots. Dangerous. Only his hair, luminous against the gloom, reminded Harry of the boy who'd kissed him so desperately last night.
"Why do you have to leave?"
Draco turned, the light glinting off the mask he was hiding. "Why do you think?"
"We've been sleeping together for weeks."
"So?"
"You hate Volde–"
"Don't say his name! You have no idea how powerful the Dark Lord is."
"Don't you tell me you still believe in all that pure-blood shit."
Draco stepped closer, he grabbed Harry's chin, eyes ablaze. "Do you think I'd be fucking you if your father's blood wasn't from pure stock? Potter?"
He'd been so needy last night, touching Harry everywhere. Coming so hard with just their cocks rubbing against each other. Yes, Harry thought. "Yes. You'd be bloody fucking me even if I was a Muggle who'd never heard of magic."
Something sharp like pain flashed across Draco's face but he quickly pulled the hood up, hiding his hair.
There were no words of good-bye. Only, "He'll be sending Snatchers to Godric's Hollow day after tomorrow. Don't be around."