#that feeling of coaxing your gender out of hiding like a timid cat

[basicallyahedgehog]

For @drarrymicrofic prompt “skirt”. Trans male Draco, trans female Harry. A little bit of implied dysphoria and internalised transphobia, but mainly fluffy euphoric feels.

It’s the sort of thing that you only notice if you’ve been there yourself. Most people wouldn’t. But Draco has, and so he does.

The longing looks through shop windows, reverent fingers brushing against clothes that are never bought, and weekly gazes Draco’s nails after Friday night pampering with Pansy.

The subtle flinches at every he, him, boyfriend.

He goes slowly, at first. One careful step at a time, as if approaching a skittish animal.

“Have you met my partner, Harry?”

“Do you want me to paint your nails for you?”

“Come to Pansy’s with me, she was going to show me how to do eyeliner.”

And with every tentative smile, each twinkle of the eyes, Draco gets braver, bolder.

“I think that blouse would suit you,” as they walk past the storefront.

“I got us a knew colour to try,” holding out the sparkly nail polish.

“I noticed you pulling your hair back more, I got you these scrunchies.”

“I’ll always love you, you know that, right? No matter what.”

Slowly, slowly, until one day

“I don’t think I’m a man.” A beat. A sigh. “I know I’m not a man.” A beat. A gulp. “Is that okay?”

Hours later, in the fitting room of her favourite store she spins and spins, skirt flaring around her.

And she is radiant.