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 | | This isn't meant to be a historical account, anyhow--it's a pretty freestyle, fantastical sketch of an alternate universe wherein the rugged Sheriff Potter and the high-class dandy, Draco Malfoy, clash wits. |
 | | And then he was stepping out, onto the little wooden step and down onto the road, the hideous, dusty road, smiling as if he truly wanted to be here. |
 | | That mouth moved from his ear to his jaw like a breath of silk, so soft, so fine, and Harry stood still and felt his eyes widen, knowing that to the others it would only look as though Malfoy was having a close word. |
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