Pottermadeahokingsound.
“Yes,yougavemethosesars,”Draoontinued,hishesttighteningasPotterletoutamuffledwhimper,“butyoudiditbeauseofthis.”HeheldouthisleftarmwheretheDarkMarkwasstillvisible.IthadfadedaftertheDarkLord’sdeath,buttherewasnowayofhidingit.“ThisisaonstantreminderofthemistakesImade.Ihavetolookatthiseveryday.ButIan’thangethepast.Ittookmealongtimetouandthat.AndittookmeevenlongertorealiseIdon’thaveto.Buildinganewlife,whenallyouhaveasafoundationareruins,isn’teasy.Butit’snotimpossible.”
Thistime,itwasDraowhoouldn’tholdPotter’sgaze.Hestaredattheirjoinedhandsinhisp,feelinglikeafool.
“Yousoundlikeaheesymotivationalquote,”Pottermuttered,andDraoouldalmosthearahintofasmileinhisvoie.“I’msorry,Drao,”hesaidafteramoment,soundingmuhgloomier.“I’msorryfor…whatIdidtoyou.”
“Iknowyouare.I’msorry,too.”
“Um…”Potterhesitated,butDraonotiedhishandwasreepingovertohis.“bsp;I—bsp;Itouhthem?”
Draofeltaninstantrushofpanishootthroughhim.Noonehadtouhedhissarsbefore.But,givenwhattheymeanttohim,therewasprobablynobetterpersonbutPottertobethefirst.Itwasalmostasthoughtheyhadomefullirle.
Keepinghisfaeasstoiaspossible,henodded.
Potterwashesitantasheliftedhishand.Withatouhsofeatheryitalmosttikled,hetraedthelosaronDrao’shest.
“IthoughtSnapemadesureitdidn’tsar,”hemutteredquietly.
“Iguessitwouldhavebeenworseifhehadn’t—”HebrokeoffwhenPottersnathedawayhishandandlookedathiminhorror.“Sorry.ButIguessthere’snosugaroatingit.Buthey,atleastyoudidn’tgetmyfae.Younearlydid,though.”Draoturnedhisheadandpushedhishairoutoftheway.Heknewyououldonlyseeitifyoulookedlosely.Thatsarhadfadedthemostanditwastiny.Butitwasthere,onhisrightheek,righttohisear.
DraoshiveredientlywhenPotter’sfingerbrushedhisskin.
“You’renotgoingtobeatyourselfupaboutthisagain,areyou?”hemuttered,suppressingtheurgetoleanintoPotter’stouh.
“It’shardnotto,”Potterretorted.
“LikeIsaid,Potter,thesesarsarepartofthepast.Butthey’realsopartofwhoIamtoday.They’reagoodreminder,youknow.”
HehopedPotterwasabletohearthefinalityinhisvoie.Asmuhashewantedtohelphim,hedidn’twanttotalkaboutthisanymore.HehadalreadytoldPotterhedidn’tdeservehim.Whatelsewastheretosay?
HedrewhislowerlipbetweenhisteethwhenPottershiftedloser.Forabreathtakingmoment,hethoughthewasgoingtokisshim.Instead,PotterranhisfingersthroughDrao’shairandgavehimapieringlook.
“Idothinkyou’rebeautiful,but…”Hetwistedastrandofhairaroundhisfinger.“Ilikeyoubeauseyou’reyou.”
It’sfunny,isn’tit,howyouangothroughlife,managetoleteahdaypassandometotermswiththefatthatnoonewilleverfeelaertainwayaboutyou,aeptthatyourdeepestdesireisoutofreah,notyourstohave.Sowhatdoyoudowhenthatsudde
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