The tension hung heavy in the air between them, and Draco could barely breathe while he waited for Harry to give his consent to this.<br/>Once Harry okayed the situation, he finally felt like he could breathe again. It was weirdly intimate to stand like this, but Draco felt like he should embrace it, rather than flee from it. He took a deep breath, and then softly reached out to place his hand on Harry's chest. He kept eyeing his face for reactions, but when he didn't get anything bad, and allowed his hand to move, fingers trailing over moving and unmoving ink, mixed together with startling white scars on brown skin. His fingers found the big scar by his collarbone, and softly trailed over it, frowning.<br/>"When did you get this?" He asked in a concerned voice. It looked magically induced, and while Harry was an auror, Draco couldn't think of anything that would induce a scar like that.