Penultimate drabble. (I adore that word, 'penultimate') I also adore this drabble- it was the first one I wrote, the one that started it all. Actually, I built the collection mainly to have a way to post this...
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-AmayaSora
Unlit
Darkness suited him. As much as Harry hated to admit it, it was true: Draco Malfoy seemed tailor-made for the night.
His skin was so pale it seemed to glow in the moonlight, as if it was emitting its own light from within, a shine invisible in daylight, hidden (by necessity, he claimed) from most of the world.
The grace that defined his every movement, perfected by years of rigid control, ensured that Malfoy would never stumble, never bump into a corner or trip over a root, even in an unlit room or a midnight forest where he couldn't see. It was almost as if he floated over the ground.
Malfoy could blend into the darkness, too, vanishing into the shadows as easily as the smoke wafting from his flawless potions. He could disappear completely, effortlessly, hiding himself when he wanted to.
And his voice, a whisper in the darkness, a soft breath on Harry's skin that sent shivers down his spine… there was much to be said for darkness.
Yet, watching the subtle rise and fall of Draco's chest next to him under the covers, the slight flush of his cheeks, the adorable pout on his lips, the barest brush of golden eyelashes against pale lids, all those details that darkness obscured, Harry knew that the light was where Draco belonged. And he'd do whatever it took to make him see that, too.