How was it that Draco Malfoy could explain Occlumency to him in words that Harry could understand when Severus Snape could not? Now that he thought on it, however, Harry came to an interesting conclusion; he was certain that Snape could have explained it a lot better but that he had chosen not to. After all, what was the fun in giving Harry Potter - James Potter's son - private lessons if he didn't get to needlessly torture him while he did it?
Since Draco's explanations made sense, unlike Snape's, Harry nodded, and took a moment to stare off into the half distance through the carpet. He was visualising a honeycomb, but that didn't really work for him. He traded it in for mailboxes, like at the first floor of his flat; a large expanse of mailboxes, and then tried shoving memories and emotions away, where he locked them up. In went his affection for Ron, Hermione and Luna; his compassion; the DA; his hatred of the Ministry; his trust of Malfoy (which, while he was holding Harry's wand, was very difficult to do).... Harry knew it had been a rush job, but for now, he didn't know how to do any better. Soon, he raised his head to Draco and waited.