You & I [Draco/Harry]

Chapter Six

"I thought I saw the devil this morning, looking in the mirror."

As sun peered through parted curtains and early morning dew covered windows, Harry awoke to the sounds of his fiancé snoring under him, contently sleeping. The sight he saw when he raised his head was perfection: Draco's blond hair in his face, lips parted slightly as he snored softly, long, calm breaths escaping past the soft lips that held such nice crimson colour in contrast with his pale skin. It was Harry's favorite sight to wake up to, one he'd never get tired of seeing. The ravenette slipped out from under Draco's hold, sitting up at the end of the bed for a moment before he stood. Lightheaded, he stumbled his way into the bathroom to take a shower, taking deep breaths as he steadied himself against the sink.

Looking in the mirror, he noticed how tired he looked. Hair sticking up places, circles under his eyes darker than his tan skin, making him look almost sickly. He would admit, he hadn't been eating as much as he should. The war had taken a toll on him and the way he treated himself, especially his health. But, he wasn't too skinny, just tired. Very tired.

"Hey, you." He heard, causing him to jump and turn towards the doorway of the bathroom. Draco was standing against the doorframe, arms crossed over his bare chest, hiding a few scars that had been painted on his skin by Harry's stupid, spur-of-the-moment actions while at Hogwarts. Harry sighed with a smile, to walking over to Draco with his head down.

"Did I wake you up?" He asked.

"No, don't worry." Draco replied, reaching a hand out and running his fingers down Harry's arm, causing the ravenette to shiver under the touch. "What are you doing?"

"I was going to take a shower."

"Ah," Draco whispered. "Mind if I join?"

Harry looked up at the blond, eyeing him. "Can I trust you won't try anything?"

Draco grinned. "Haven't you met me, Potter?"

Harry rolled his eyes at the man in front of him, watching as he stepped forward and leaned down towards Harry, lips brushing Harry's earlobe before kisses were trailed down his neck. Harry placed his hands gently on Draco's chest, pushing him away with a chuckle.

"Can I shower or no?" Harry asked, fingers gently carding over the scars on Draco's chest. One, two, three..

"Harry." Draco whispered, noticing Harry's expression change as his fingers continued their path over Draco's scars.

"Sometimes I forget about these.." Harry whispered as he stared at the long, pale lines. "I get caught up in other things before I realise that these are here. They're real and you live with them everyday."

Draco frowned. "Harry,"

"I'm sorry." Harry said, raising his head to look at Draco.

"You have nothing to be sorry for."

"Oh, but I do. Most, oh gods-" Harry hiccuped as he tried to keep his heavy emotions in check. "Most are from me. From me being stupid. From me." Harry sighed, leaning forward to press a kiss to the scar that traveled from Draco's torso and up to the middle of his neck, fingers carding over the largest scar on the man's body, the one he hated seeing the most. "And this," He frowned, lowering down to press a kiss to the middle of the blond's chest. "I'm so sorry."