"Malfoy." Potter reached out a hand and clasped arms with Draco, who grimaced as close to a smile as he could. The touch of Potter's hand on Draco's left arm didn't cause him to wince any longer as it had done in the earliest year after the war. Draco's cursed wound from the final battle had pained him for almost a year. The wound had never healed as it should, but it didn’t pain him anymore. The result was an arm that had initially been marred with a Dark mark, but that Dark Mark had then been cut in two with new skin patched in between before it could properly heal. To Draco, it was a stark reminder that his choice in life had been the right one.