Dumbledore warned him. But still, nothing could've prepared him for this.

"We managed to rescue him," Dumbledore started, while in the Burrow's shed, "but he endured a lot of pain and suffering."

"Draco," Harry approached him from behind. He was sitting alone in the living room next to the fireplace, watching the fire burn away. It was late, and he was the only one up.

Draco recognized Harry's voice- he could recognize it anywhere- and his head turned around. When he faced Harry, Harry could see how hard the last couple of weeks were for him. He had a black eye, and a bunch of scars on his face and whatever wasn't covered of his body. His arm had the name "Blood traitor" carved into it. Draco jumped to his feet, and ran towards Harry and hugged him, tightly. Harry hugged him back.

"What did they do to you?" He teared up, and started crying.

"Hey, hey." Draco comforted him. "It's okay, I'm okay."

"I'm sorry." Harry blamed himself for Draco getting kidnapped. He left him to go chase Bellatrix. It's his fault.

"It's not your fault."

They just stood there, in each other's arms, for a couple of minutes. This last month felt like forever for the both of them.

As Harry felt Draco's back, he could feel the bigger scars. "Does it hurt?"

"Thanks to Mrs. Weasley's potions, not so much." Draco answered, "but I do need to take them every six hours or so."

Harry took a step back, and held Draco's right arm, the one with the "Blood traitor" on it.

"A little gift from my dear Aunt Bella." Draco lightly joked. Harry did not find the scars on his boyfriend's arm funny.

"And your other arm?" Harry pointed to his left arm, which was wrapped in a white cloth.

"Burned." He simply stated. "I was hoping you'd find my new scars attractive."

Harry couldn't help but slightly chuckle. He couldn't get how Draco was taking this so easily. Maybe he has to, or otherwise he would be in insufferable distress.

He looked into Draco's eyes. He notices how tired he looks. His healthy eye had a bag underneath it. "Have you been sleeping?"

"Not much," Draco sighed. "Lots of nightmares."

"Have you been eating?"

"It's really hard not to eat around here." He joked.

"Your father's in prison, huh?"

"Yeah," Draco sighed again, "you know? Even after what he did, I still feel sorry for him."

Harry didn't know what to say to that. He obviously was enraged at Draco's father- he lured him into the Ministry, where Sirius died, and used his own son and was ready to hurt him, and for what? For Voldemort who's letting him rot in Azkaban? He deserves to be in Azkaban.

He understood, though, that it's complicated for Draco.

"Can you stay with me tonight?" Draco asked.

"Of course!" Harry answered. "I need to take a shower first."

"I'll wait for you."

"You don't nee-"

"I want to."