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„Are you scared of the giant squid, or what Malfoy?” She already took of her ratty t-shirt and now is jumping on one leg, trying to unlace her shoes.
“Only in your dreams, Potter,” he smirks. He unbuttons his shirt slowly and shakes it off.
He hears her breath in sharply. “Was that me?” she is standing there only in her practical black underwear.
“What?” he straightens up from his shoes.
Harry comes closer, gingerly raising hand to one of his scars on his chest.
“Don’t flatter yourself that much. This one was Buckbeak,” Draco points to a faint barely visible scar on his arm.
“I am so sorry,” she says, and he is shocked by the softness in her voice. “And I am so sorry, I never apologized.”
He isn’t sure he can handle this new side of Harry. “Kiss it to make it better?” he retorts jokingly. Expecting a friendly punch on a shoulder or a witty counter. But instead she leans in and plants a gentle kiss on the closest scar.
Before he can muster any kind of reaction she turns around. “The last in a water is a flobberworm!” she yells at him sprinting to the water.
