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P2 - Regardless if he’s somewhat apprehensive he pauses in front of the pool and makes eye contact with Malfoy. Harry begins to strip. Without breaking contact, he lowers himself into the tub. It’s only then, just shy of pregnant minute, Harry’s eyes wander down to the somewhat faded scars, pale slashes against his flesh, standing out from expansion of pinkish translucent skin, no doubt a result from the steamy bath.

P3 - He can still remember the ache in his back from that damn plastic chair in the infirmary, the slight whimpers of pain every time Draco turned in his sleep. What was worse, among everything, was the guilt afterwards. The guilt sinking in when grimy cold wet stone was stained with Draco’s blood. It was a punishment, one that’s continued to snap at him since that day.

P4 - They don’t speak and Harry lowers his eyes, Draco’s gaze relentlessly burning into his cranium and he doesn’t look up when there’s a slight splash from across the tub and he doesn’t look up when Draco nears.

P5 - It’s only when Draco says ‘Harry’, in a tone he only once witnessed when he came across Draco explaining the effects of Amortentia to a group of students, that he gives a quiet gasp. Their eyes meet and he knows, Harry knows why because Draco is looking at him like he’s in on some big secret. Draco smiles.