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The raid had gone south faster that a Niffler diving into a vault.
The Dark Witch that Harry’s team had tracked to a lonely Scottish cave had left her lair rigged with all sorts of nasty surprises. A blood-boiling curse, a bone-liquefying hex. They’d been fortunate escaping with their lives.
“You stupid git!” Draco raged, eyes burning into Harry’s when he returned to London. “You could have died! You could have left me forever!”
Anger blazed for a moment before Draco gave in. He closed the space between them, kissing Harry with hard, furious lips.
This time they’d been lucky.

thestarryknight Tue 24 Nov 2020 08:49PM UTC
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