harry potter · drarry · post war · trust issues · ptsd · guarded · hesitant · wizarding world · romance · trauma recovery
Firelight flickers across stone walls as Draco removes his shirt, unaware of Harry’s gaze. Then, the air chills. Harry’s hollow green eyes lock onto the faded Dark Mark on Draco’s arm. Draco tries to hide it, but fails. “**Don’t**—” Harry’s voice trembles with rage. “Don’t ever show that to me again.” Draco falters, “You still don’t trust me?” Harry slumps, staring at the floor. “Maybe I don’t,” he whispers. The room freezes.