Draco looked out the window to see if he could spot Harry and he did, surprisingly.
It was mostly out of luck since he seemed to be the only person outside walking in the middle of the snow.
Harry had stopped in the middle of the snow for a moment and then Draco saw, who he assumed was Pansy, run up to him and appear to scare the shit out of him.
Draco laughed a bit because of it and then turned back to the kitchen.
He didn't know what to do now that he was alone with literally nothing to do.
He sighed and smiled, the memory of kissing Harry still fresh in his mind.
He laughed again when he remembered how Harry apparently wanted a second kiss and he would have gladly kissed him again, maybe with some tongue this time, but he was very keen on the idea of Harry asking him to kiss him again.
He walked back into the bedroom, ending his 'Harry-watching' as Pansy had once called it, and he switched on the lights, looking around.
He noticed how the cup of tea he made for Harry was still on the nightstand and his smile quickly faded.
The tea he chooses to make won't go to waste just because Harry won't drink it.
He walked over to the nightstand and sat down on the bed, tapping the cup with the tip of his wand and it instantly heated up.
He grabbed the cup and took a sip.
He shook his head, "ungrateful." He muttered only jokingly and he smiled into his cup as he imagined how Harry would react to him saying that, taking another sip.
Draco sat there as he finished his cup of tea and then set the cup back on the nightstand muttering the spell, "Evanesco" watching as the cup vanished into thin air.
He sat there, thinking.
He stared at his arms and stomach that was exposed due to him not wearing a shirt at the moment.
He turned and twisted them, looking at all the scars that were on them.
Just where his stomach connected to his waist there was a scar that looked like spilled ink that resembled many others around his body.
He looked at it and traced it with his finger.
Harry had given him these scars. -Not on purpose of course, he wanted to think but he couldn't help but wonder if Harry knew what that spell did to him in the prefect's bathroom that day.
He had grown to despise those scars less and less as the years went by as it was one of the few memories of Harry he had.
Somehow, whenever Draco thought of something that couldn't have possibly brought Harry up he's always there, in his memory.
Harry always somehow managed to be running through Draco's mind non stop.
He didn't mind it of course, he just couldn't help but think of that as he thought of his scars.
He then looked at his fore-arm, pale as a white granite surface and he ran two of his fingers along it.
He wondered how it would have looked if his mother didn't reason with his father against it.
Draco still remembers that appalling night to this day.
He could never forget how his mother fought to make sure Draco never got that god forsaken mark on his fore-arm. He is forever grateful for her.
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