Chapter 2

They stood in the moonlight, hands clasped between them, and the significance of what had happened seemed to wash over them.

A moment that could have been filled with awkwardness was met instead with calmness, quick grins, and curious eyes. Their eyes roamed over each other with intention.

Harry took in Draco's pale hair, bright eyes and sharp chin. The urge to nip that arrogant chin zinged through him and caught his breath.

Draco's eyes wandered from the messy black hair, the scar, and the glasses he was already familiar with and zeroed in on Harry's mouth. That mouth he definitely wanted to know better, how it felt against his own, how it tasted. The sudden tight grip of Harry's hand on his distracted him and he looked up.

Harry's face was tight with emotion, his jaw clenched. Draco knew why from the way Harry stared at his chest.

Though they had healed long ago and had mostly faded, the moonlight turned the scars on his chest to silver, made them stand out even against his pale skin. To Harry's mind they seemed to glow, and the memory of having slashed Draco with that curse burned him with shame even now.

Draco was having none of that. He stepped forward and used his free hand to grab Harry's wrist and place that hand on the scar that ran through the middle of his chest. It had been the deepest and last to fully heal. The warmth of Harry's palm on his skin made him shudder, but he pushed that aside for now.

"Don't, Harry. That was a long time ago. We were kids, stupid kids."

Harry closed his eyes and hung his head; he could feel the raised skin of the scar beneath his hand. He wished so hard that he could undo it, or somehow take them away from Draco and carry them in his own skin. He pressed his hand hard against Draco's chest.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, agonized.

"And I forgive you, "Draco said simply.

Harry looked up and saw the truth of it in Draco's eyes and could've sagged to the ground with the relief he felt. His eyes misted, but he smiled at Draco with gratitude and a lightened heart.

Draco figured that was enough of that and wanted to move on to more interesting things. He brought Harry's hand away from his chest and up to his mouth, kissing the fingertips, the palm, the wrist. He glanced up at Harry and traced the tip of his tongue back the same way and raised an eyebrow.

From the way Harry's eye filled with heat and his breath quickened, Draco knew he was ready to move on, as well.