When Draco shifted to remove his shirt, Harry instinctively leaned back over the lake, wanting to give Draco the necessary space to move freely. Thoughtlessly, Harry's eyes dipped, watching with interest as the pale skin of Draco's chest was revealed to him. It was impossible not to notice the scars, especially not that Draco had warned him against him, yet Harry found that the sight of a scarred chest wasn't as foreign to him as he had expected.<br/>"Should I have warned you?" he said, needing to break not only the silence but the tension. Carefully, a tentative smile returned to his lips. "About the pacemaker."<br/>He took a step down the ladder, the water hitting him halfway up the calf. "It once made a kid cry -" he took another step, glancing down to steady his footing "- he thought I had an alien crawling in my chest."