Harry is extremely protective of his boyfriend Draco. When some asshole attempts to grab Draco’s hip to dance, Harry springs into action, ready to burn the bar to the ground.
"Are you ok?!" Draco whisper-shouted in Harry's face.
Now, Harry couldn't see all that well without his glasses, but he could make out that Draco looked a bit different — his features a bit more defined with less baby fat. His voice, too, sounded a bit lower, cracking almost like Harry's does occasionally.
Harry nodded his head, his mind reeling.
"W-w-wha' are y-you d-doin' here?!" Harry whisper-shouted back between his smushed cheeks.
"I've come to rescue you, of course!"
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