Draco said nothing and simply flopped down onto the grass beside him. Harry wasted no time in wriggling closer so that his face was pressed into Draco’s neck, while Draco’s arms were wrapped securely around his shoulders and waist. Draco glanced down for just a moment to the scar across Harry’s neck. The skin was raised and paler than the surround tissue, and Draco imagined it always would be - but it wasn’t red, and it wasn’t open, and he couldn’t see Harry’s pulse bulging just underneath the surface. It was a constant battle to avoid running his fingertips along it, just to make sure it was real. He settled with threading his fingers through Harry’s hair and cradling his head closer.