Harry was happy he didn’t need to elaborate, though the memory still brought a boyish smile to his lips.<br/>“Yeah, they did,” he said, having to specify that he was speaking of the markings, if only to remain plausible deniability. Adorning his chest was still a series of facing circles, capturing the ghost of a motion inching across his chest. Lauren, who Harry had spent the night of his birthday with, had found it greatly entertaining, though Harry had offered no explanation to its purpose.<br/>“Why?” he instead challenged, finding that the memory of Lauren was less enticing than Draco’s presence.<br/>Tipping his head, Harry looked past Draco’s shoulders and into the mirror, catching glimpses of Draco’s face as he looked at himself.<br/>A grin tugged at Harry’s lips as he continued. “Wanna take a look?”