Author Note: Just a very short drabbley ficlet because I haven't added any stories in a while. It's not my best work but it's alright. I hope you'll enjoy!
Harry was laying in Draco's lap on the couch in the eighth year common room. The clock struck midnight.
Harry ran his hand over Draco's arm, enjoying the comfortable silence. Draco massaged the scalp of the raven haired boy. Harry hummed in delight.
Harry kissed Draco's hand and started to roll up his sleeve. Draco quickly withdrew is arm. Harry sat up and scowled at the other boy as he took the arm back.
"Stop, Harry," Draco requested softly. "You shouldn't have to see."
"Draco," Harry inturrupted.
Harry lifted Draco's sleeve to expose the Dark Mark in all it's glory. Draco shut his eyes, ashamed. Harry traced the mark with his pointer finger. Draco opened one to eye in time to see Harry bend over and kiss the center of it.
"It's actually not that bad," Harry whispered.
"It is." Draco scowled slightly.
Harry shook his head. "No."
"It's a bad mark. It'll scar; it'll never go away," Draco whispered, dread in his voice.
"We all have scars." Harry said, reassuringly, as he held up his "I must not tell lies" scar; as well as some newer scars on his wrists.
Draco gasped for he did not know about the recent cutting scars. He lifted his hands and ran his thumbs over the scars. Harry laced his fingers through Draco's, diverting the attention. Harry kissed the Dark Mark once more before kissing Draco's lips. Draco returned the warm kiss, smiling softly.
Harry returned to his earlier position in Draco's lap. Draco stroked Harry's hair as they listened to the clock tick.