Set after Draco and Harry leave Hogwarts.
Draco's POV
Passing the en suite in me and Harry's bedroom, I noticed him staring into the mirror.
I stopped in my tracks and looked through the doorframe for a few seconds.
He was touching the lightning bolt scar on his forehead and running his finger along it; He insisted that the scar made him who he is but I can tell how self-conscious he is of the scar.
I felt my eyes widen in sympathy and made my way inside. Harry quickly took his hand away from the scar and pretended he was adjusting his hair.
"Hey," he greeted casually. "What you doing?"
"Just getting something," I muttered, reaching for a towel.
I grabbed a towel and covered the mirror with it. He looked at me in confusion.
"Let me be your mirror." I demanded. "Oh, careful. You have a bit of beauty in your face." I said, pointing to his scar.
He laughed and put his hands around my waist. "You could talk the birds down from the trees, Mister Malloy-Potter."
He pulled me towards him and brushed his lips against mine. "The birds from the trees." he repeated.
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