Harry descended the stairs, his gaze immediately falling on the dark figure standing in the hallway. Draco's face was partially hidden in the shadow, but Harry could see his eyes glimmer in the light of the dying sun that streamed through the window.
Harry approached his lover, studying Draco's appearance. Draco was clad in leather and a midnight black cloak that emphasized his pale skin. There were dark smudges beneath Draco's eyes and smears of blood on his lips and chin. His blond hair fell on his forehead as he bowed his head a little, looking haughty and dangerous.
"Do you have to do this?" Harry asked, feeling somewhat put out.
Draco smiled widely, his pure white fangs positively glistening in the faint light. "Yes." Draco's voice was low and full of anticipation.
"Do you really
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