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Harry’s assurance is short-lived as he sees the purpling bruise on Draco’s temple.

“What happened to your face?”

Draco relaxes back in his seat once he sees that it’s just Harry. He frowns at the question. “I tripped.”

Harry closes the door harder than he intended to and glares at him. “Don’t lie,” he says, lips thinning as he turns to look back at the bruise.

Draco matches his glare with his own. “I’m not lying.”

“There’s a fucking bruise on your face, Malfoy.”

“I know. I can feel it.”

“What happened?”

“I told you, I tripped.”

“Malfoy—”

Draco’s body jerks forward in his seat and his fist slams down on the window sill. “It’s a fucking Trip Jinx, Potter! What did you expect?! Ex-Death Eater es back to Hogwarts and gets a standing ovation from the student body?!”

Harry is stunned at the sudden outburst, and it does a lot for him to pull the lever down on his temper.

Draco clicks his tongue, irritated at himself for losing control, and turns his head away. He sags back in his seat.

Slowly, Harry sits down across from him. He stares at the bruise. “Who was it?”

“Don’t bother your pretty little head over it,” Draco scoffs, waving a condescending hand. “It’s unbeing of the Saviour of the Wizarding World to be so concerned over that you’d threaten an innocent civilian.”

“I’m not going to threaten them,” Harry says in defence. “Just…talk to them.”

Draco looks at him, an exasperated expression on his face. “In a threatening way?”

“In a gentle way.”

Draco sighs tiredly, one hand rubbing at his other temple. “Why does it matter to you?”