She visibly flinched as he accidentally brushed the hair off her forehead, and they both froze.
For 3 seconds.
Anger and shame flushed across her cheeks, as she tried to push him away, but he held onto her hands firmly, refusing to budge, as memories of fifth year came flashing back.
He had heard about the incident between her and Granger, or at least some garbled version that came of out Hogwarts rumour mill. But he’d never actually seen it before, and had just assumed it wasn’t a permanent curse. And now, realization downed on him that she must’ve carefully did her hair this way all these years.
“I – ”
“Go away, Malfoy,” Marietta Edgecombe’s voice hitched slightly, as if she were blinking away tears.
“Granger did this?” He wanted to ask why didn’t she fix it, but he knew that she must’ve tried. “I – Pansy’s … I’ll get Pansy to make her undo this.”
“I don’t need your help,” she bit out.
His mouth twitched slightly, annoyed. (He knew he should probably be more patient, and her reaction was not really surprising, but he was still slightly annoyed.) “At least your scar might be fixable.”
Confusion slowly replaced anger on her face.
He let out a sharp, bitter laugh before unbuttoning his shirt, letting the sectumsempra scars show. Snape had saved his life, but even dittany hadn’t been able to heal all the wounds. Some things left marks. “You’re looking at the proud handiwork of the wonderful Chosen One,” he informed her.
It was her turn to stare.
“And people call them the Golden Trio,” she finally murmured.
“So golden,” Draco grimaced, a bitter smile forming as he echoed the word. His hand slowly cupped her cheek, and she didn’t try to push him away this time.