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"Fuck!" Draco reached for Harry's hand but it was too late. Harry was already kneeling on the ground, face morphed into painful expression. "Fuck, it hurts!" "Come on, Hero," Draco said and reached for Harry to pull him up on his feet again. "I love your clumsiness Harry, I really do, because I think it's adorable, but this is the second time you slipped on the ice in the last ten minutes we've been outside." "You think I'm doing this on purpose?! It fucking hurts!" "I know, you've mentioned it once or twice… or fifty times already." "Because it's true! And why is it, that you haven't even as much as staggered, but I'm constantly

Harry straddled Draco's thighs and looked his fill. Draco was lying sprawled on their bed, hair wild around his head, eyes full of passion, chest heaving… His chest. Harry's eyes stayed on the long, thin, white line that was left after the Sectumsempra curse. The scar, that was there because of him. "Don't." Harry's eyes snapped up to Draco's. "I know what you're thinking about. Stop it. Focus on what's important instead." Draco took Harry's hand and placed it across his heart. Harry could feel the rapid beating under his palm. "This is what's important. Can you feel it? It starts beating like this every time you're near me. And not