Finally, Draco turned his grey eyes toward his and murmured, "I like being with you, too. It's not just that you... smell safe. I've never had anyone care about my feelings as much as you have. Even my mum doesn't understand me like you do."
Harry smiled. "I don't understand everything, Draco. I understand what pain is like... and loss... and I can... empathize with what you have gone through. It's not pity I feel, and I hope you know that."
"I know that... I can smell you. Merlin... the smell you sometimes put off."
"Umm... sorry?"
"What? No... it's... nice... pleasant. When you're with me... you're so... content and happy. I kinda already knew... my wolf knows. I think that's why... it wouldn't hurt you. One of the reasons, anyway."
"One of?"
"I don't... it's hard to put into words and... I don't think I can," Draco said, curling up more into his chest defensively.
"Okay, you don't have to tell me," Harry said, easily. Draco had gotten a lot of words out today, but Harry swallowed nervously when he remembered that Draco could smell literally any emotion he had.
"What's wrong?"
Example 1. "You can smell... every emotion I have? Like any random one?"
Draco shrugged. "Some are easier than others. Some are so fleeting that I couldn't get a clear scent... and some emotions I haven't figured out yet."
Harry suddenly realized that Draco might have smelled his attraction to him and blushed.
Draco's nose twitched, and he looked at him. "That would be shame. Harry, it's nothing to be ashamed of. I don't normally bring it up. I can't tell you how many things I smelled at the Weasley house. Blackmail material galore... not that I would."
"I... just don't want you to feel... uncomfortable," he muttered. It wasn't often he looked or thought of Draco... like that, but he knew that Draco could smell his arousal when he did.
"Why would... oh..." Draco broke off awkwardly. "Why would I mind? Besides... I really only smelled it when I was practically prancing around naked in a cage."
Harry was surprised that Draco was so calm about it. "I'm sorry. I tried not to look or...."
"It's alright. After the smelling the cardinal urges and emotions of the pack... your small scent changes aren't much of a shock. Their smell was so bitter and... cruel. You just stop the emotion whenever it starts. You don't use it to ramp up my fear."
"Oh... I didn't want to... upset you... by thinking about it, but you are... so beautiful," Harry stammered, testing the waters.
Draco gave him a look. "Thanks? Are you... nevermind... it's too personal to ask."
Harry wanted to hear the question. "It's not too personal. Your head is on my chest, sniffing my skin. It can't get more personal."
Draco snorted but, after a minute, asked, "Do you... like guys?"
Harry tried not to get excited, but he doubted that he was successful. "I think I do. It was always so hard... talking to girls. What about you, Draco? Can I ask...?"
"I... never liked girls."
Harry felt even happier, but didn't let his emotions get out of hand. "Okay."
They didn't say anything for a long time, until Draco murmured, "How can you say that I'm... beautiful. I'm covered in ugly scars."
Harry laughed quietly. "Do you think I'm ugly?"
"What? No... you're... very nice," he mumbled.
"You do see the scars, don't you?" Harry said, and Draco leaned up.
His eyes trailed across Harry's marked face, to his chest, where there were several large scars, and then to his arms, which also had many smaller ones. "Oh."
"Draco... these are marks that we survived. I don't want you to think that me, of all people, see them as bad or ugly. I don't like what you had to endure... but I don't find them... ugly."
"Thanks," Draco whispered and rubbed his face against his chest, again.
Harry found that amusing, and gently rubbed the back of Draco's neck. His werewolf practically purred and arched up to meet his head as he petted him. He focused on sending more positive emotions through their connection, and Draco whined approvingly.
"How about a nap?" Harry said as he tipped over and spread his legs across the couch. Draco snuggled in up against his side and draped his body halfway across him. Harry rubbed his neck until he fell asleep.