The shirt slid off his shoulders, and Draco threw it somewhere, getting back to her body. Along his chest was a scattering of thin scars, as a reminder of the deeper cuts. They were almost invisible to the untrained eye. They pierced below the moonlight, causing Hermione to catch her breath, unsettled as she counted the number of wounds. Draco caught her wandering gaze and his grin turned into a sneer just for a brief moment.