“Potter,”hesaidsoftly,strokinghisheekwithhisthumb.“Takeoffyourjumper.”

“What?”Potterdidn’tjustlooksurprised,helookedpaniked.

Draoleanedloser.“Doyoutrustme?”

Potterdidn’tanswer,hisexpressionturningmorepainful.Draoletoutasighbeforehepressedtheirforeheadstogether.

“Areyoureallythatstupid?”

Pottersowledathimbutsaidnothing.

“Fuk,Ian’tbelieveyou’remakingmedothis,”Draomuttered.

“I’mnotmakingyoudoany—”HefellsilentwhenDraopulledaway,removedhishandfromhisheekandgotup.Slowly,withoutbreakingeyeontat,Draostartedunbuttoninghisshirt.

“What—Whatareyoudoing?”

“Listenarefully,Potter,beauseI’monlygoingtosaythisone.”Hepeeledtheshirtoffofhimselfandthrewitonthefloor.“Youuand?”

Potterstaredathim,wide-eyed.Ittookafewseondsbeforeheslowlynodded.Draotookadeepbreath.Hehadneverfeltmorevulnerableinhislife.Notonlywashe,quiteliterally,exposinghimselftoPotter,hewasabouttoexposewhathehadsodesperatelybeentryingtohide.Buthehadafeelingitwasnowornever.

Hesatdownonthebed,faingPotter,butbeforeheouldsayanything,Potterletoutadreadfulgasp,hiseyesfixedonDrao’shest.

“Drao,this—this—Fuk!”HethrewbaktheduvetandjumpedoutofbedasthoughhehadjustbeenbittenbyanAromantu.Onehandwasmpedoverhismouth,hiseyesfullofhorror.“Ididthistoyou,”hewhispered.

Shit!Draohadn’treallythoughtthisthrough,hadhe?OfoursePotterwouldbmehimselfforthis.

“Potter.Potter!”

Hedidn’tseemtobelistening.Hismindseemedtobesomewhereelse.Draogotup,takingasteplosertohim.

“Potter!”

Hewasshakinghisheadfuriously.Helookedlikehewasabouttobesik.Draogrittedhisteeth.Potterwouldbethedeathofhim.Seriously,howmuhmoreofhimselfwasDraosupposedtoexpose?Ugh!

“Harry,”Draosaidquietly.Potterstilled.HiseyesfinallyfousedonDrao.“ehere.”Hestrethedouthishand.“Please.”

IttookanagonisinglylongtimeuntilPotterputhistremblinghandinDrao’s.Helethimselfbetuggedbaktothebedwheretheybothsatdown.

“I’mnottryingtotortureyou,”Draosaidsoftly,squeezingPotter’shand.“Ijustwantyoutorealise—Hey.”HeputafingerunderPotter’shin,unwillingtolethimavoidhisgaze.“Doyouknowhowironithisis?I’mtheonewithallthefws.”Hisfaetwistedindisgustathisownwords.“I’mtheone…whodoesn’tdeserveyou.”

Pottermadeahokingsound.

“Yes,yougavemethosesars,”Draoontinued,hishesttighteningasPotterletoutamuffledwhimper,“butyoudiditbeauseofthis.”HeheldouthisleftarmwheretheDarkMarkwasstillvisible.IthadfadedaftertheDarkLord’sdeath,buttherewasnowayofhidingit.“ThisisaonstantreminderofthemistakesImade.Ihavetolookatthiseveryday.ButIan’thangethepast.Ittookmealongtimetouandthat.AndittookmeevenlongertorealiseIdon’thaveto.Buildinganewlife,whenallyouhaveasafoundationareruins,isn’teasy.Butit’snotimpossible.”

Thistime,itwasDraowhoouldn’tholdPotter’sgaze.Hestaredattheirjoinedhandsinhisp,feelinglikeafool.

“Yousoundlikeaheesymotivationalquote,”Pottermuttered,andDraoouldalmosthearahintofasmileinhisvoie.“I’msorry,Drao,”hesaidafteramoment,soundingmuhgloomier.“I’msorryfor…whatIdidtoyou.”

“Iknowyouare.I’msorry,too.”

“Um…”Potterhesitated,butDraonotiedhishandwasreepingovertohis.“bsp;I—bsp;Itouhthem?”

Draofeltaninstantrushofpanishootthroughhim.Noonehadtouhedhissarsbefore.But,givenwhattheymeanttohim,therewasprobablynobetterpersonbutPottertobethefirst.Itwasalmostasthoughtheyhadomefullirle.

Keepinghisfaeasstoiaspossible,henodded.

Potterwashesitantasheliftedhishand.Withatouhsofeatheryitalmosttikled,hetraedthelosaronDrao’shest.

“IthoughtSnapemadesureitdidn’tsar,”hemutteredquietly.

“Iguessitwouldhavebeenworseifhehadn’t—”HebrokeoffwhenPottersnathedawayhishandandlookedathiminhorror.“Sorry.ButIguessthere’snosugaroatingit.Buthey,atleastyoudidn’tgetmyfae.Younearlydid,though.”Draoturnedhisheadandpushedhishairoutoftheway.Heknewyououldonlyseeitifyoulookedlosely.Thatsarhadfadedthemostanditwastiny.Butitwasthere,onhisrightheek,righttohisear.

DraoshiveredientlywhenPotter’sfingerbrushedhisskin.

“You’renotgoingtobeatyourselfupaboutthisagain,areyou?”hemuttered,suppressingtheurgetoleanintoPotter’stouh.

“It’shardnotto,”Potterretorted.

“LikeIsaid,Potter,thesesarsarepartofthepast.Butthey’realsopartofwhoIamtoday.They’reagoodreminder,youknow.”

HehopedPotterwasabletohearthefinalityinhisvoie.Asmuhashewantedtohelphim,hedidn’twanttotalkaboutthisanymore.HehadalreadytoldPotterhedidn’tdeservehim.Whatelsewastheretosay?

HedrewhislowerlipbetweenhisteethwhenPottershiftedloser.Forabreathtakingmoment,hethoughthewasgoingtokisshim.Instead,PotterranhisfingersthroughDrao’shairandgavehimapieringlook.

“Idothinkyou’rebeautiful,but…”Hetwistedastrandofhairaroundhisfinger.“Ilikeyoubeauseyou’reyou.”

It’sfunny,isn’tit,howyouangothroughlife,managetoleteahdaypassandometotermswiththefatthatnoonewilleverfeelaertainwayaboutyou,aeptthatyourdeepestdesireisoutofreah,notyourstohave.Sowhatdoyoudowhenthatsudde

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