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His eyes scanned up and down frantically but not for long because he quickly noticed the deep red and blue and purple mark on Draco’s left side. It looked absolutely brutal. The purple part of the bruise was shaped like a half-circle, like the toe of a foot. Harry’s face fell even further if it was even possible.
“That bastard..” he whispered, fingers hovering but not touching anything. After a moment in which he seemed to be contemplating all the ways he could kill the said bastard, he lowered himself down onto his knees in front of Draco so he was almost eye-level with the middle of his torso. Draco fought the urge to jump or clear his throat and blushed impossibly hard as a strained sigh left his mouth. Harry, like always, was completely oblivious to this and carried on looking, like some kid at an aquarium. He pressed on the tender spots, asking questions like “how does this feel?” And “is this alright?” Draco looked anywhere but down.