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Draco does not remember when they started meeting like this, on the rooftop of an abandoned building. They’ve passed countless nights gazing up at the stars and shared private, whispered thoughts in their own little world.
“Gods above, I wish I run away with you.” Draco mused as he ran an idle hand through Harry’s hair. The lack of effort this man managed to put into his appearance and still looked breathtaking still appalled Draco, and maybe made his stomach fill with butterflies.
Harry, with his head rested on the blonde’s lap, lazily grinned up at him. “Then let’s go.”