Draco’s words made Harry’s stomach ache. He figured Draco wouldn’t go unpunished, but the thought of Obliviate as a punishment made Harry nauseous and distantly, he ran his palm across his forehead, slightly rubbing at his scar where the scar tissue was the worst in an effort to distract himself. He would have spoken as he once again eyed Draco, but seeing how easily the other dismissed the curse, Harry swallowed his words and just ended up nodding. “I hope you’re okay,” he eventually spoke as a half assed effort to leave the subject be, instead continuing the conversation down a slightly different path.<br/>“I’m glad to see you,” Harry started, this time a lot softer if not almost timidly, clearly trying to get a feeling of how things were between them. His own concern for Draco’s well being eventually caught up to him and – slightly embarrassed by his fussing – he continued with a tired smile. “- didn’t expect to, though.”