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Harry sneezed as he sat down.
“Bless you.” Hermione said, then froze before turning away from the telly to look at Harry.
“You haven’t been kissing anyone strange lately, have you?”
Harry blinked wondering what the bloody hell Hermione was thinking, but then colour rouse over his cheeks as he remembered his kiss with Draco. The taste of those pink lips and pale neck came flooding back to him, along with the sound and feel of Draco’s body beneath him. “No.” He said deciding he wouldn’t call Draco strange.
“Well, I hope it wasn’t some strange little girl.” Hermione muttered.