A/N: I think I'm addicted to these drabbles. Reviews appreciated and requests welcome!
Prompt: 9. Scar
Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Your history is written not in the stars, but in the scars.
Your body is crisscrossed with slices and slashes from back when you were both blinded by prejudice and expectations, and you use them to remind each other that you've made it this far.
You lie next to Harry at night and you feel his green eyes chasing the silver-bright lines across your chest.
"I hate myself for what I did to you," he whispers, and you look him in the eye and shake your head. You see how his face has blanched and his lips are thin and pale. It's sort of nice when he talks like this, when he opens his mouth and lets the real Harry fall out, the Harry with the regrets and the worries and not the war-hardened hero, but it brings back memories you'd rather forget.
"I've done worse to you."
And it's true. You watched the world beat him down and laughed triumphantly. Surely that's just as bad?
"I almost killed you, Draco. You could have died."
"And I never stopped you from being killed. You did die. While I ran around and made sure I was going to be safe. You were a hero and I was a coward. Bad versus good. You did the right thing," you say, as you always do when the memory of your scarlet blood floods his mind.
"Bad versus good? You were never bad, Draco. You were foolish. You were naïve. You were never bad."
You say, "Thank you," because there's no other way that Harry will let you respond.
You kiss his forehead and then his lips, taking care to wipe all thoughts of that lightning bolt scar from your mind simply because dwelling on it reminds you who you used to be.
"Goodnight, Malfoy," he mumbles to your shoulder.
"Goodnight, Potter," you smile.
And as you drift off to sleep, you are acutely aware of his fingers caressing your old scars and his warm breath on your skin.
That night, you dream that Harry can kiss the scars away, and you wake in the morning with your arms around him and the thought that, maybe, he can.