It took Harry a moment too long to fully realise what he was looking at. The close proximity to Draco prevented him to see all of Draco's chest at once, and once Harry identified a pale scar on Draco's skin, a new seemed to appear no matter where he looked.<br/>A soft frown had formed on Harry's features over the past, silent moments, seeming more confused than appalled. His lips parted to question, but the moment he lifted his gaze to meet Draco's eyes, everything seemed to make sense to him.<br/>Harry's expression changed within a split second, suddenly looking like somebody had knocked the air out of him. The absolute look of devastation softened his features, and for a moment he seemed at a loss.<br/>"Draco," Harry exhaled breathlessly, desperately wanting to reach out to touch Draco, but once again he wasn't sure if he was allowed to. "I'm sorry, I should have known-"<br/>Harry of all people should have made the connection. The sectumsempra curse was by far Harry's most vivid memory of the war, but in that moment, it felt like if had been the subject of his night terrors so often that if had been detached from reality. Though he knew he would never be able to forget that memory, Harry had seemingly failed to remember that it happened to Draco.<br/>It felt like his hands were shaking when he carefully and tentatively placed his hands back onto Draco's thighs. "Draco, I -" he started with an equally shaky voice, but found that he couldn't think of anything fitting to say.