Draco’s thumb was softly running along the side of Harry’s arm, liking wanting to relish on the intimacy of the embrace; unsure how long he was going to be allowed it.<br/>The question shouldn’t come as a surprise to Draco, knowing that Harry had seen the scars and had been surprised by them. It was likely that he had thought they could be healed by magic, but the magic was dark and had cut so deep that Draco knew better than to think that anything could ever heal them. They were part of how he looked and there was nothing at all he could do about it. It was something that he had come to terms with years ago, and even if he had spent years detesting Harry for what he had done to him, he found that he had none of that fire in him anymore.<br/>“No,” he stated, no doubt in his mind that he very much did not want to talk about them. He had done all the soul searching that he had needed and he was more than over it by now.<br/>However, Draco was also aware that this was likely the first time that Harry had been faced with something so undeniably bad that he had done, so it was possible that it was Harry who needed to talk about it and was just looking for an in.<br/>“Do you?” He asked, despite definitely not wanting to talk about it. After all, no amount of talking about it was going to make them go away, and Harry was lying there and looking so beautiful with the moon behind him that Draco could hardly bear it.