Naked

Summary: Draco feels "naked" around Harry. Inspired by Avril Lavigne's song "Naked". Draco centric. Drarry Pre-slash I guess.

A/N: Just a little crack ficlet I had to write because I couldn't get it out of my head.

Rated: K+

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter, not me. If I did, Drarry would be canon.

Draco loved being in his bed. It was the only place where he could truly be himself. He could think what he wanted and feel what he wanted. It was where he could let his true self show. He didn't have to worry about feeling so exposed, so naked. Around other people, he had to put on such a face to prevent his real thoughts and feelings from being shown. He wondered if anybody could see through it. He wondered if he could see through his facade.

Draco made it look real. That was the point, after all. Insults, smirks, little displays of anti affection, anything to keep people, especially him, from suspecting. His clothed himself with those insults, with the taunts, with everything perceived as negative because what he really felt whenever he was in Harry Potter's presence was, well, naked.

He didn't hate Harry, though everybody expected him to have a hatred for him, and being Lucius Malfoy's son should have made it real. He heard so much negativity about Harrythat the venom he spoke should have been conjured with poison, instead of the nonvenomous feelings behind it.

Draco knew he dropped his "face" a couple of times. He recalled a smile appearing instead of a glare, a chuckle instead of a smirk. It frustrated him how Harry could get to him and what being around the chosen one truly turned him into.

It was getting harder, he could feel it. The feeling was stronger, the vulnerability more evident every time they were in each others presence. He wondered what would happen if Harry knew how he felt. Would he accept it? Would he reciprocate it or would he hold it as some kind of power against him? Draco didn't want to take that chance. He just wasn't sure how long he would be able to keep that from happening.

Draco had a rule; Never be alone with Harry Potter. He knew if that happened, the truth would be revealed. Merlin's obvious cruel sense of humor had him break that rule though, when he was forced into serving a detention with Harry, just Harry. He tried to keep the face on, but failed miserably. He kept it together somewhat though. At least he wasn't professing some undying love or anything entirely embarrassing but he was sure his looks spoke volumes.

This was what he was afraid of. He knew Harry caught the look he gave and had to have noticed he was biting his bottom lip. Every ounce of facade that clothed him faded and he truly was naked. He knew that Harry knew. He could feel it. Harry was staring deep into his eyes; deep enough to see his soul.

Draco was terrified at first. The fear subsided though when he saw the blushing smile on Harry's face. A smile that matched his own. Suddenly, feeling naked didn't seem that exposing, but surprisingly comforting.