...Harry began to suck on Draco's lips enthusiastically while Draco bared his teeth. They were out of breath quickly but continued kissing no matter how much air was needed. He felt as though he could keep going forever, Harry did. Their eyes were tightly shut and he felt as though they were drifting on a cloud. But then he realized how Long their lips were together and Harry grew confused.

However Draco kept sucking on his lips pulling on him. Then his teeth bared and Draco began to violently suck and bite until Harry swore he cut through them. Harry grew even more confused as his lips grew hurt and the moans that were constantly comforting changed to ones of yelping. Some how Draco was Silent the whole time which added to the strangeness of the event.

"Mmm Draco calm down," Harry said frantically in between kisses. He began to furrow his eye brow as Draco began to kiss harder. "Draco, stop!" but he still continued as Harry tried to push him off. "Stop! STOP!" Draco bit hard and Harry felt blood dribble down his lip. Harry sat up as Draco got on his knees, still on the sides of Harry.

"What the hell was that, Draco? What are you..." Harry trailed off as Draco's mercury eyes morphed to a deep red and an evil smirk grasped his face. He stood up off of Harry and the Golden Boy started to crawl away as he horror unraveled itself in front of him.

"Scared Potter?"

Harry backed away as fast as he could only to hit his head against a wall of a tree trunk.

"No no no no no,'' he repeated over and over, shielding himself as Voldemort approached him wand at the ready.
"Avada Kedavra!"

 And Harry awoke from his nightmare.

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Harry had sweat drenched all over him and he was shaking extensively. His covers were god knows where, and his pillow knocked over the articles on his nightstand, replacing them on the cherry-wooded table.

"You okay, mate?" Ron startled him. He turned to face his friend finding the rest of the dorm was awake and staring at him, frightfully.

"Yeah... I-I-I'm fine. Ju-just bad dream."

"More like a fit! We thought you were having a spaz attack or something," Seamus squeaked across the room, two beds to his left.

"We were really worried," Neville said, exasperated.

"I'm fine. Good night." Harry felt as though he was being rude, but he didn't give a damn as he heard maniacal laughter in the back of his head, knowing sleep would not be in the story tonight.

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It was another two weeks until he saw Draco. Quid ditch has been rescheduled to Friday twice in a row before their match against Slytherin-- oh, what a game that would be.

Harry sat near the calming water, listening to the rippled waves, waiting. Sleep came seldom to him ever since that nightmare; he didn't get much of it. 

As Harry shut his eyes, his head resting in his hand, elbow propped up, Draco pushed through the curtain of vines. He approached him, kneeling, burying his head in his neck. "I see someone's excited for date night." 

Harry just groaned. Draco kissed him and finally Harry opened his eyes, only to close them in the sheer feeling of Draco's lips against his. "Sorry, 'm tired." 

"I've noticed. You look awful!" Draco started then boasted out the obvious.

"Thanks, you're gorgeous as well," Harry rolled his eyes.

"Well, I know that, Harry," Draco smirked, "But just to let you know, I can see the bags under your eyes from across the Great Hall." Harry just frowned and lay back, looking up at the darkening sky before closing his eyes once again. "Are you sure you're just tired?"

"I haven't been sleeping well." 

Draco glanced out at the lake, the sun setting behind it, and then back at Harry. "Yeah but... you look more than tired."

"Really," Harry opened up and eye with a raised eyebrow. "Why's that?"

"To be blunt, you look sad... depressed." 

Harry just closed his eye and turned his head away from him. "You expect me to be happy when everything sucks?"

"No, but--"

"It's hard when everyone hates you," Harry bit his hip, the back of his eyes stinging. 

"Everyone hates me too," Draco said, trying to compare to him, but he knew it was wrong. 

"No. Everyone's afraid of you," Harry turned back to him, opening his eyes, and Draco lay back, putting a hand in Harry's hair and stroking behind his ear. "I don't think they hate you."

"I don't think they hate you, either, as much as you like to think so."

"I don't like thinking it... I know it," Harry bit his lip. "It's everyone."

"I don't hate you, not at all."

"I mean yeah, but you have to act like you do and that makes things even worse. I haven't seen my boyfriend in a long time and you're the only person I want to be with right now."

"I know, Harry," Draco whispered. 

"And I'm bloody exhausted because I can't sleep at night," Harry groaned, running his hands over his face, rubbing his eyes.

"Why not?"

"You think I know," Harry's tone grew annoyed. "If I knew, I could fix it." 

"Hey," Draco snapped. "Bloody calm down, will you. I want to help you, not bloody be attacked by you. I only want whats best for you and you seem to enjoy talking things out. Every since the start of this year, you've been bottling things up. I see it in the bloody hall, I see it with your friends. Don't start doing it with me now." 

Harry furrowed his eyebrows at him, ready to fight, his jaw stuck out, but then he relaxed and it got quiet for a while. Draco examined his face in the awkward silence, ready to create some form of conversation, however refrained from it until Harry spoke again. 

"I hate Umbridge."

"I know you do."

"No, Draco," Harry growled, "I hate her so much. You don't understand." 

"Maybe I do," Draco frowned, "maybe I don't. I definitely don't like her either."

"Every time I hear her name I want to scream."

Draco bit his lip and thought of what to say to make him feel better, however every hypothesis wasn't good enough. But then he got a grand idea. "So scream."

"Hm?"

"You want to scream, so scream," Draco said simply.

"I don't understand. At her?"

"No."

"At you?" 

"No. Well, if you want, but I don't think that will get you anywhere. I mean just scream. Loud. It's not hard to," he bit the inside of his cheek. Harry just looked at him. "Do you need me to show you?"

And he did. He stood up and he yelled and screamed, just a long waver of one note out into the air as if it was nothing. Birds croaked from the forest. "I doubt anyone can hear you back at the castle. It's only me here and I just did it. No one is going to judge you... and I have to admit, that felt very good."

Draco stuck an hand out for Harry to take and he did, standing. 

"So just 'ahh' or can I say words?"

"Which ever you'd like, go on. Have a tantrum, throw sand, rip grass, I don't care." Draco crossed his arms, waiting. "You can use magic if you want. Set something on fire! I'll put it out. Here, let me step back." Draco moved all the way to the wall of trees, leaning against one. 

"You're sure?"

"Yes, just do it!" 

Harry shrugged and then indeed did yell. 

"Louder," Draco called. "That's not enough."

Harry rolled his eyes and yelled again, looking back at Draco as he finished. 

"Stop being a pansy-arse already! That was weak," he critiqued.

"How the hell are you supposed to tell me what feels good and what doesn't," Harry shouted across the gap between them, fire in his eyes. "That did absolutely nothing! How do you expect me to get over whatever the hell this is by bloody screaming into thin air! How do you think any of this will make me feel better?"

"Maybe if you did it right, you'd feel better, but obviously you're too unintelligent to even comprehend what I'm saying," Draco taunted. "Maybe that's why Umbridge hates you, because you're a bloody idiot!"

Harry's mouth dropped open. "You arse!"

"Takes one to know one, Potter," he cocked his head. Harry pulled out his wand aiming it at him, the flood of rage over taking him. 

"Keep talking, I swear I'll blow you to bits," Harry marched towards him.

"Do it, Boy Wonder," Draco pressed, smirking. He got ready to take cover if he had to. He wasn't afraid of him, he knew Harry wouldn't hurt him. "Bet you can't."

Harry stuck out his jaw even further, his teeth on edge. He looked Draco in the eye, his hand shaking with his wand in it. But then he remembered how much Draco cared for him, he realized he was doing this just to provoke him so he could feel relieved after causing havoc. 

So he caused havoc. He threw his wand down to the grass. "You're right, I can't!"

He stomped away to the beach, grabbing a rock, and throwing it as far as he possibly could, leaving Draco impressed. He got it far out there. And then Harry grabbed some sand and threw that as well, grasping it, choking it. And then he kicked the sand. And then he kicked the water. And then he threw his shoe back towards Draco, but he missed completely-- even then, he was too far. And then Harry threw his other shoe. 

And then Harry threw himself to the floor and screamed into his arms, kicking the ground beneath him repeatedly. He looked like a little toddler throwing a fit over a lollypop. He then threw himself off the ground, searching for his wand, and once he found it, he hexed a tree, it denting, branches falling to the ground.

"Reducto!"

Damn, was Harry's voice bloody hot when he was angry, Draco concluded. He sat away from him, enjoying all of it. "That's my boyfriend," he said under his breath. 

"Incendio! Reducto!" 

Draco cast a charm to put out the fire, cooling it quickly before Harry took a bit of branch and threw it into the lake yet again. He shouted bad words and insults, rambling about Umbridge and the press and everyone who didn't care about him. 

Exhausted and breathing heavy, Harry marched right back to a calm and collected. He relaxed into almost a smile rather than the nasty smirk he pulled earlier. "Feeling better?"

Harry nodded and swallowed, leaning up against the tree. He looked absolutely weary. "I don't feel safe... before I sleep," he heaved. "I don't... I know once I fall asleep I have to wake up again and deal with all these people that I don't like and I don't feel safe anymore. I feel violated and I feel like I'm up against a bloody wall whilst everyone wants to hex me or yell at me or call me a liar. That's why." 

Draco nodded and pulled him in his arms, Harry leaning against him. "I feel stupid," he said in his throat."

"Why?"

"For doing that. I looked like an idiot."

"So? I'm not going to tell anybody, for all I know, I have no idea what you're talking about. No one else is here." 

After a few more breaths, Harry nodded. "Thanks."

"Don't worry about it. I used to do this when I was a kid. My father never let me get away with it, but my mother did. She thought it let me get my anger out and then we could sit down and talk about the problem."

"It was nice."

"Always worked for me," Draco said cheekily, kissing his forehead. He tried to pull away from his embrace, however Harry held him tighter. 

"I'm so tired," he laughed.  "Can barely stand, probably."

"Alright," Draco said, pulling him down against the tree. He lay down and tapped his stomach. "Lay on me."

"Thank God," Harry whined. What Draco had intended was for him to put his head on his abdomen, however, Harry had a softer plan in mind. He crawled completely on top of him, his chest against Draco's, his head in his neck and his legs intertwined with his. 

And with that Harry fell asleep in the boys arm, exhaustion taking over. His only dreamless sleep.