A solitary tear escaped Harry's eye, tracing a path down his cheek as his fingers found their way to a scar that adorned Draco's chest. "I'm sorry too," he breathed, the weight of his emotions carried by that simple touch of the mark he left behind on the otherwise perfect chest. The ache of past pain and the yearning for something unspoken collided at that moment, and without hesitation, their lips met in a kiss that was as tender as it was passionate. It was as if their shared history was woven into the very fabric of their connection.