When they got back from the tour, Draco dragged Harry all they way to their room, pushed him on their bed and cuddled close.
"I take it you had a good day?" Harry chuckled. "It was amazing, I love it there. You are the BEST and I love you." Harry hummed. "A school for DRAMATIC arts seems like a good fit." Draco tickled him. "I do have a slight knack for the dramatics." He replied. "Slight knack my ass. Every sentence that comes out of your mouth is the most fucking dramatic speech known to man kind. And you know what? That's one of my favourite things about you."
"Oh, do stop, I'm blushing." Draco teased in the most dramatic voice possible. The next thing he knew, Harry's lips were on his. And that's when things went to Hell.
"Aha!"
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Drarry Texting Story
Fanfiction8th year- Students in Harry's year were given an extra year because of the war and why not? In progress
