Draco's words made Harry's heart skip a beat; He couldn't for the life of him think of anything, anyone had ever said to him, that was as deeply touching as Draco explicitly telling Harry that he trusts him. When the initial shock passed, Harry's heart felt like it might burst with joy.<br/>"I mean it," he muttered, not meeting Draco's eye as he spoke. His eyes were fixated on his own fingers, as they finally descended upon Draco's bare skin. From where Harry was lying, he could see a handful of scars across Draco's chest, though, in the back of his mind, he knew there must be twice as many hidden. "I can't believe you're real."<br/>Harry's fingers wandered off towards the small of Draco's back, allowing him to rest the palm of his hand against Draco's waist. Harry carefully ran his thumb across Draco's midriff, just barely running it over a scar. "I can't believe you're really here."