“I thought you knew that I was trying a new fashion statement, tee shirt and panties.” She could halfway smile about her lack of attire even though with the smile came the realisation that a big chunk of the Ministry had seen her arse. It didn’t bother her but she felt a little embarrassed by the fact she had shown up on his doorstep sans her clothes. “It will be the rage this year. “ She looked at his chest where the scars crossed his skin. “I saw the ones on your back last night and the ones on your arm.” She turned to look at his other arm where the brand and dark mark lay. He had resisted her touching them before, she wondered if he would do the same now. She moved closer to his arm and looked at the scars there. “You should be proud of them, they are a part of you, but not who you are.” She traced the skin with her thumb and looked toward him. “I have a scar on my shoulder from the final battle, I got hit with a curse that burned the skin.” She had barely felt it when it happened but the mark had scarred leaving a patch that would remind her forever about the war she had survived.
Pulling his arm toward her, she pressed a lingering kiss on the marks. “They remind us of the lessons we have learned and remind us not to make the same mistakes in the future.”