Harry, consumed by the feelings of grief over losing his godfather, gets it into his head that the only way to ever see him again is by finding The Mirror of Erised. But what happens when the person he sees in the mirror isn't who he expected?
'He just kissed me. Draco Malfoy just kissed me. It was short and gentle, but I loved it nevertheless. He pulls back a bit, to see my reaction, when suddenly I’m kissing him. His hands tangle in my hair as mine go to roam is back, albeit a bit shyly. This is the first time I’ve been kissed like this before, with such passion. Sequel to 'The Finest Silk'. I'm so sorry it to me so long to get this fic up! Please r/r.
" I clench my fists in anger. A goddess like her deserves to be dressed in the finest silk, not the cheap second hand robes that her dirt poor family can barely afford to provide for her"