There was something about the casualty in which Harry removed his shirt that had Draco completely stunned. Maybe it was just the fact that the two of them had just been making out and that it had been pretty clear that they both wanted to move it further, but it took Draco a moment too long to be able to properly articulate an answer.<br/>“No, I haven’t,” he answered, only then realising that swimming with Harry meant that he would have to be shirtless and that wasn’t something Draco really wanted to do. However, he also felt that if there was one person he should be able to trust with this, it would probably be Harry.<br/>Trying to gather courage, Draco stared out at the lake again, finding his head a lot clearer at the prospect of being partially dressed around Harry.<br/>“I just...” he trailed off, not sure what he really wanted to say.<br/>“I don’t know. I guess I wanna warn you.” He ran a hand through his hair, finding it hard to speak. “I have a lot of scars. On my torso.”<br/>He started tugging at the hem of his shirt, almost as if he wanted to hide his torso further. He had no way of knowing how Harry was going to react. “All of them self inflicted.”