all the wrong choices // drarry

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After lunch, Harry and Draco managed to sneak off for a while, pretending they were packing. As they parted from a particularly long and lovely kiss, Draco noticed that he had a stain on his shirt and he pulled it off. Harry moved in for another kiss, his fingers grazing over the scars on Draco's pale chest.

"I'm sorry..." he muttered, breaking the kiss.

Draco shook his head. "Don't..."

"No, I need to," Harry insisted, touching the skin above Draco's heart. "I never really apologised for - for-"

"Forget it," said Draco shortly.

"How can I?" Harry replied, his voice shaking. "I'm reminded of it every time I see you shirtless; every time we have sex... There are some on your face, too. Your beautiful face ... because of me. I can't help feeling horrible about it."

"Harry, stop. I'm fine. They're just scars." Draco reassured him. "They aren't the worse marks on my body..."

His and Harry's gazes fell to Draco's left forearm, where his Dark Mark lay, inky black against Draco's milky white skin. "I wish I could remove it."

Inspiration suddenly struck Harry. "Maybe you can't remove it or cover it up, but you can make the skin around it prettier."

"What do you mean?"

"A tattoo, Draco! Come on, let's go into town and get tattoos!"

Draco's face lit up. "That's a brilliant idea! Hang on, let me get dressed, then we'll go. Will you go and tell Ron's mum we're going?"

Harry nodded, pulling on a jacket as he unlocked the door and disappeared into the hall. He found Mrs Weasley talking to the others in the living room, the five of them gathered around a thick, leather-bound book. Mrs Weasley looked up as Harry came into the room.

"Harry! Come and look at Ron and Ginny when they were little, they were such angels-"

"I'd love to, but Draco and I are going out."

"Where are you going?" she asked sharply, passing the book to Ginny and getting up from the sofa. Harry caught Ginny give him a sharp look from behind her mother's back.

"Just into London. Draco's got something to do ... we'll be back for dinner."

Mrs Weasley looked uneasy but nodded nonetheless. "Alright. Be safe, and stick together, will you?"

Harry nodded and allowed Mrs Weasley to pull him into a quick hug. "We'll be alright. See you all later."

He waved to them as Draco appeared at his side. Ron opened his mouth to ask where they were going, but at that moment, Draco took a hold of Harry's arm and the two of them Disapparated with a loud crack.

They were standing in the middle of a busy street, the sounds of traffic and chatter filling the air. Harry was relieved to be away from the eyes of people who knew him, and took Draco's hand confidently, leading them down a side-street.

"Do you know where we're going?" Draco enquired.

Harry nodded. "I saw a tattoo parlour up here a couple of years ago. Do you know what you want?"

"Yes," said Draco quickly. "Are you getting one, too?"

Harry nodded. "Yeah, I've had one in mind for ages, I just keep forgetting to get it."

They made their way down dingy alleys and across busy streets, finally stopping in front of a tattoo parlour, the words 'VISUAL ORGASM' were spelled out in large bold letters on the window. Draco read the words with a sour look on his face. He turned to Harry.