Draco turned to face Harry. Harry felt his heartrate increase. They were so close that he could see the individual eyelashes on Draco’s eyelids and feel his warm breath across his lips. Draco reached out slowly and Harry remained still. Draco eventually brushed Harry’s hair back from his eyes, and gently ran his thumb over the lightning shaped scar Harry had just referred to. Harry smiled slightly, feeling goosebumps raise on his skin at the touch. Holding Draco’s gaze, he hesitantly reached out and took hold of his left wrist; Draco flinched, but didn’t pull away from him. Harry quickly undid the sleeve of Draco’s shirt and slid his hand inside, feeling along Draco’s forearm. He wasn’t sure exactly what it would feel like, but he found the skin cool to the touch, with a number of raised marks across it in a haphazard pattern.