Harry Potter.

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Harry and you were reading a book in bed, lying face down. Every now and then, you would highlight the most exciting parts with a pen and discuss them with each other.

At that, you felt Harry's fingers brush against the scars on your back from the magical war. You turned around and saw his tender eyes.

Without saying anything, Harry took the pen and began drawing stars around your scars. Each stroke was soft and delicate, as if he were painting constellations on the canvas of your skin.