"I don't think us living together now is going to do anything to make them believe back then that you weren't just madly in lust with me, Potter," he teases, smirking though as he leans into that touch.

Leaning into it, eyes closing and enjoying the sensation of Harry's touch. Even as he smiles at that, though it's a tight, sad smile. "Honestly, no. I haven't known that. You might forgive me for that one event, but the world, our world? Hasn't forgiven me and it will likely never happen for may of them. All I can do is fight what I did with what I'm doing now," he says, believing that is all he can do.

"You should. She does beautiful, magical work. She keeps trying to get me in the chair to cover up the mark," he admits, even now wearing a long sleeve sleep shirt so that it isn't shown. "She thinks she can basically reverse the magic of it but I would be her experiment so she's perfecting the magic."