Harry shifted, laying his head on the pillow beside Kaname's and tilting the other's head a little so he could reach the thin, ribbed line that snaked across his cheek and jaw. Wrapping an arm around Kaname's waist, Harry kissed and caressed the scar from cheek to chin with slow, adoring thoroughness, feeling it fade and smooth under his touch. The last warm, clear memory he had was of Kaname's perfectly healed skin, and the deep, intense affection and awe in the pureblood's garnet eyes before gentle darkness reached up with velvety but unyielding hands and pulled the hunter down into its peaceful depths.