I feel like I need to write up a literary treatise on what you have done here. How such things like Pensieves and magic and a kink like voyeurism and Draco's need to control and hold on to good things he may lose, and Harry's past and how it still shapes even his most intimate feelings, and genres like porn and erotica, and perhaps even designations like "mainstream writing" and "experimental writing" - how they all come together and culminate in the moment where such a fic can come into existence. Capitu in her rec wrote that this story is more than reading, it is an experience, and yes, it is. I was drawn in by the rolling of your Draco's words to be wholly sucked first into Draco's erotic world and then into the intimacy between him and Harry. Only when the words came to an end did I noticed that I'd forgotten to breathe half-way through and had just gone with the words and the images they evoke. You have such a way with words, you do. This fic encapsulates what the best of erotic writing can be: an intensely personal story where the readers can still find themselves, on a level so private you hardly think it could be ever put into words. Thank you so much for this. *bows*