Do I really like him? Is this a crush? Am I straight? Harry thought of all this in his bed at night. Maybe he likes me. He blushed when I talked to him. Not what he, or any other straight guys, would do. Definitely not. Oh my gosh, I should really stop thinking about him. What about the sparks?
It was just like when I got the wand that was destinied for me. Maybe he is the one destinied for me.
To tired to think any further, Harry drifted to sleep.
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The 148th hour (Drarry)
FanfictionOn Christmas where most miracles happen, they certainly did for Draco and Harry. Of course, the new couple has to face problems. Who doesn't?
