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There were few things in life more intimate than watching someone get dressed. And though it seemed counterintuitive, it was something Harry was starting to understand rather well.
Undressing someone was intimate, Harry admitted it—stripping a body of their layers until it was revealed before his eyes—he’d never tire of it.
But watching someone get dressed, watching them slip into their layers—their armour, of sorts, preparing their daily masks, knowing that you had seen that body bare and vulnerable—and knowing you’d be able to do it again—that was his addiction.
Severus taught him that daily.