This was written for the Harry/Draco Last Drabble Writer Standing – I forgot I hadn’t posted it! Title:
Almost NakedWord count:
Everyone experiences Occlumency differently; Draco sees it as cloth.Warnings:
The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.Author’s Notes:
The prompt was fuck me, fix me
at 299 words.
Everyone experienced Occlumency differently. Snape had pictured it as a black wall defending him from invaders. Draco’s mother saw her defences as a moat around the castle of her mind. Blaise’s Occlumency was fire, singeing the fingers of any who tried to root around inside his head.
Draco saw cloth.
It was gauzy, almost sheer: Draco couldn’t let Voldemort know he was Occluding. But the cloth surrounded his mind, holding off anyone who wanted to touch him intimately.
By seventh year the cloth felt like a shroud, entombing him under its cover.
Even when he survived, Draco couldn’t relax. He clung to his Occlumency, pulling it in deep folds around himself. His partners touched him only though the cloth. He huddled inside his Occlumency even as he sought stimulation that could reach him.
Perhaps he and Harry were inevitable.
Harry asked him out a little formally, and took him to dinner. They joked and told anecdotes and shared their pudding. Afterwards Harry kissed him very politely.
Draco kissed him back with enthusiasm.
They went to Harry’s flat. He undressed Draco slowly, palming Draco’s arse, stroking his face, tracing the ladder of Draco’s ribs. Draco opened for him easily: arms and legs and lips. Harry wasn’t especially skilled, but he was gentle and there was – something –
Harry entered him and caught his eyes at the same moment, and Draco cried out against Harry’s mouth. The cloth was gone. There was no barrier between them, nothing to muffle the slide of skin on skin or Harry’s piercing gaze.
Draco came first because Harry was a gentleman. Harry followed, and they lay panting in a sweaty, naked heap. Draco trembled, feeling newborn. This felt dangerous, yet nothing short of spectacular.
Even if come morning, he’d again be only almost naked.