"Well now I can definitely admit that there were less... professional reasons to keep watching your arse," Harry said with a smirk, watching him with a soft gaze. He desperately wanted to press a kiss to Draco's mouth but he was resisting that urge. It wouldn't be right when Hermione wasn't here.
Harry's thumb slid over the arch of Draco's cheekbone and exhaled a soft breath. "The British hold a grudge like nothing else and are perpetually stuck in the past," he said, fully aware that he was British and talking about his own people. But honestly, was it untrue? He didn't think so. "Which is why we are no longer in England and can't imagine returning for a long damn time other than to help out where requested. I've found the citizens of Rome and the ICW care less. You have made a change and we all see it."
"You should," Harry said, looking at him. "We'd go with you. Dean and Seamus have told me how far along it's coming and that it's very promising. They said she's getting really close. What would you get?"
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Harry's thumb slid over the arch of Draco's cheekbone and exhaled a soft breath. "The British hold a grudge like nothing else and are perpetually stuck in the past," he said, fully aware that he was British and talking about his own people. But honestly, was it untrue? He didn't think so. "Which is why we are no longer in England and can't imagine returning for a long damn time other than to help out where requested. I've found the citizens of Rome and the ICW care less. You have made a change and we all see it."
"You should," Harry said, looking at him. "We'd go with you. Dean and Seamus have told me how far along it's coming and that it's very promising. They said she's getting really close. What would you get?"