Draco's actions took Harry completely by surprise, and for a moment he do anything but stare at the pale scar on Draco's forearm. Harry didn't know what precisely he expected there to be, but somehow the ghastly scar it had left seemed slightly underwhelming. Not certain what to say, Harry slowly leant forward, his eyes still glued to the scar. Not sure if he was overstepping, Harry slowly reached out for Draco, his movements slow enough to give Draco time to retreat his arm if Harry was crossing any boundaries. When he didn't, Harry laid his palm flat across the scar, moments after giving Draco's arm a reassuring squeeze.<br/>"It appreciate you showing me it," he said, his voice as soft as his touch, as he finally looked Draco in the eye. "But I don't want you to feel like you<span style="font-style: italic">have</span>to share anything with me, just because I know parts of it."