The lost but never forgotten | Drarry
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After the first 5 years draco started to have feelings for potter even though he wasn't sure if Potter did.One day after classes he heard screaming come from the corridor he was just in when he kissed Harry and ran, scared of what he would say. When Draco got to the room he heard the screaming come from he saw something or someone, laying on the floor with wings coming out of their back, wings dark as the void it self.
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