Scars of the Past | A Drarry Story | A Mattheo Riddle Story

"Perfect, you said" Harry scoffed "This is how perfect I am"

"You know who my mate is" "Yes"

"Scoot" "What?" "I said: move over. If you are not going to sleep at least let me do it"

"I want to join"

"I know I'm good looking but if you keep staring at me with those doe eyes of yours I don't know how much longer I would be able to control my self"

"The Dark Lord is going to be pleased"