The Tattoo

The day he got it, he didn't realize it will stay there forever. It wasn't his choice anyways. He learned how to hide it but not how not to think about it. It was there like a dark cloud. The tattoo. The mark. It made him feel guilty. Wrong somehow. Every time his boyfriend kissed him, hugged him. Guilt. It wasn't just tattooed on his body. It was in his brain, in his heart.
"Would you like some tea?" Harry smiled at him. Draco nodded, although he wasn't sure he heard correctly. Why did it still matter? Harry loved him.