Whenhefalls,hefallshard,andhedoesnotbothertogetbackup,justthrowshisheadbackandlaughs.He’sstilllaughingbythetimethatHarrygetsback,becauseeventhoughhehadhurthimselfevenmoreinthefall,partofhimmusthavedonethisassomesickformofpunishment,becausehehadknownfromthebeginningthatthiswastheonlypossibleresult.
“Jesus.”Harryswearsoften,buthedoesn’tnow,justdropsthebagofyarnandbooksandcookiesthathehadbeenholdingandsprintsdownthehallwaytohim,skiddingthelastthreefeetinhissocks.“Whatthehellhappened,Draco?”
He’snotgoodatbeingsoft,Harry.He’smorewildfirethancandlelight,allhurricanewithoutthegentlerainfall.Whenhe’sbeingdramaticandmelancholy,Dracolikestotellhimselfthatitisn’tabadwaytogoout,beingburnedupbysomeoneelse’sloveforyou.
“Iwantedtocomedownhere.”Itsoundedstupidwhenhesaysitoutloud.Allbaddecisionssoundstupidwhenyouspendthebetterpartofthehourlayingonthecoldfloor.“ThoughtIcoulddoit.”
“Didyou?”Harrylaughs,findingitfunnynowthatitwasclearthatDracohadnothurthimself,andheseemstoseeDracoforthefirsttime,andswears,softly,likeitwasmoreofanexhalethananexclamation.“Merlin,Draco.”HeletsgoofhimandDracohastoleanontothewallforsupport,hunchinginonhimselfinordertohide,becausehedidnotlikethewaythatHarrywasstaring.“Yourchest.”
“It’snothing.”Dracocrossedhisarmsoverhimself,tryingtocoverasmuchskinashecould.Heknewwhathelookedlike—hadseenthebruisesfromthebriefglancesinthemirror,thescabsandthescrapsandthebitsofskinthathebeenrippedatawkwardedges,howpalehewas,thehollowsunderneathhisribs,thescarscrossinghisarmsandstomachandcurlingoverhisshoulders—andknewthatifhehadthechoice,Harrywouldnotbeseeingit.Nowthathetakesamomenttothinkaboutit,DracothinksthisisthefirsttimethatHarryhadgottenthechancetolookathimwithenoughlighttoreallysee,andeventhoughHarryhadknown(musthaveknown),youcouldnotreallyprepareyourselfforwreckagelikethiswhenahumanbeingisconcerned.“Theysaiditwouldheal.”
(Heal,butnotdisappear.Thepotionswillknityoubacktogetherbutthescarswillstillbethere.)
(Hedoesn’tcare.Idon’tcare.)
(Youdo.)
“Draco.”HarryreachesoutandpushesDraco’shandsaway,gentleenoughthatifhereallywantedto,Dracocouldhavekepttheminplace,buthedoesn’t,justletsthemdriftofftohissides.“God,Draco.”
Harry’sbreathhitcheslikehehadbeencaughtoffguardbythesightalloveragain,andDracocloseshiseyes,tippinghisheadbacktorestagainstthewallasHarry’shandstraceoverhiscutsandbruisesandtornupskin,becausehedidnotwanttolookatHarrylookingathim,notwhenit’slikethis.“This,”Harrysays,atrembleinhisvoice,andhishandsarefollowingaspecificsetofscarsnow,oldones,onesthatDracohadspentsomanyhoursstaringatthathecouldcalluptheimageinhismind.“Thesearefromme.”
Hemightbecrying.Dracodoesn’tlook,justmovestocatchatHarry’swristsandkeephishandsinplace,becauseheknewwithoutbeingtoldthatHarrywasthinkingofrunningaway.It’swhathealwaysdoes,whenhethinksthathehashurtsomeone.
“Merlin,”Harrysaysagain,likeit’sallhecanthinktosay,andheissoclosethatDracocanfeelthewordbreathedoutagainsthisshoulder.Harry’shandsarelyingflatacrosshisstomachnow,fingerscoveringthesilverscarsthatarecrisscrossingoverhischest,likehecouldmakethemmeltawayifheheldonlongenough,fingersalmostdisappearinginthedipsbetweenDraco’sribs.“LookwhatIdidtoyou.”
“Tobefair,”Dracosaid,tryingtosoundnormaleventhoughthiswastheclosesttheyhadbeentoeachothersincethatnightatthehospital,“Iwasactivelytryingtokillyou.”
“Yeah,well.”Harryhadmovedontootherplaces,otherscars,otherstorieswithunhappierendings,histouchsohesitantthatitwasbarelymorethanabrushingofhisskinagainstDraco’s.“Youweren’tverygoodatit.”
“No.”Dracosaid,andtogethertheyseemtocometotheunderstandingthattheyhavehadenoughofthepastandtodealwiththefutureinstead,ormaybeithadonlyoccurredtoHarryatthatmomentwhataprecariouspositiontheyarein,butwhateveritwas,Harryapparatesthemboththetenfeettothecouch,catchingDracobeforehecouldstumbleandmeetinghimhalfway,movingdownjustasDracowasreachingupforhim.
It’sonlyafter,whenthingshavecalmeddownbetweenthem,thatDracofinallylooksdownathimself,attheskinandtheruinpainteduponit,allthewaysthatthislifehadleftitsmarkonhim.“There’ssomany.”Hetwistedtolookatthepartofhisbackthatwasreflectedinthemirror,forcingHarrytomovewithhim.“Ididn’trealizethereweresomany.”
“IwishIcouldtakethemaway,”Harrysays,hishandsstillmoving,likeheistryingtomapoutanimageofeverymarkinhishead.
“Theydolookterrible.”Notterribleasinugly,exactly,butterribleasintheyarespeakingofapainthatDracowouldratherforget,ofapastthathecannotpossiblyhopetowipeawaywhenitiswrittenacrosshisskin.
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