A/N: Just a tiny little drabble I made for Lemo Smith's birthday. Inspired by the 30 Day OTP Challenge on Tumblr (day 6). Hun, I'm sorry I'm a day late (in my time-zone, for you that would be two days), and I wish you a belated happy birthday!
Summary: I liked him in my clothes. First-Person. Birthday fic. HP/DM. By DW.
Draco constantly needed reassurances. Not grand gestures or anything, or softly spoken words, but small touches or kisses. His confidence grew with each of them, and my heart swelled with each boost of his confidence. And a few months into our relationship, something caught my eye. Something which made me both smile and feel sad. At days, when his confidence was floundering the most, I saw him wearing something of mine. And one day, my curiousity got the better of me, and I asked him why he did that.
His smile was brittle when he answered me, his fingers wrapped around a cup of tea, light pink dusting his cheeks as he blushed and lowered his eyes. Honesty still didn't come easy for him, as he mostly saw it as a weakness, a way to help me bring him down. And that hurt more than I'd care to admit. "When I'm wearing your clothes it's almost as if I take a piece of you with me. It makes me feel better, somehow. It's as if a piece of you is still with me even if you aren't. You can have them back if you want?"
I just gave an easy grin. "No. I like seeing something of mine on you. It means a lot to me. Besides, you actually make my clothes look like something else besides rags. If I didn't know where they'd come from, I would almost say it looks fashionable on you."
Draco swatted my arm and I just leaned down and kissed him. He could wear my clothes every day of the week.