Draco hadn’t considered the sheer intimacy of what he was asking, until he saw Potter unbuttoning his shirt. It had probably been a stupid thing to ask, especially considering that they were still in the foyer, yet Draco knew that he<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>to see the scar that Potter was talking about.<br/>Potter’s phrasing made him wonder exactly what it was, knowing that the Dark Lord had many ways to harm someone, but he also knew better than to ask about it. Many wounds were still open, even a decade after the second wizarding war, and Draco knew just how little he would enjoy questions like that, so he decided to keep those questions for another time; or maybe even never.<br/>Instead, he ended up just watching as Potter took off the many, so bloody many, layers of clothes. For a moment, Draco wondered how there could keep being more layers of clothing for Potter to remove, yet every time another piece of fabric hit the floor, there seemed to be another waiting to be unbuttoned.<br/>“But caused by dark magic?” Draco asked, finding that that was a safer question to ask, than the one that was actually burning at the tip of his tongue.