"I want you to remember that if I didn't want to be with you the rest of my life, I wouldn't of asked," Harry said softly, his tiredness kicking in as well. Draco stopped for a few seconds, turning back to bid him a good night, and leaving into the empty corridors.
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Draco woke to rapid knocks on his door, which turned to bangs.
"Malfoy, wake up," Ron's frantic shouts were muffled from the door, but were indeed rushed and desperate. Draco shot up to the door while Blaise just rolled over in his bed.
"What's wrong with Harry," he immediately asked.
"How did you know it was him," Ron asked, dumbfounded.
"Like you would want to have a chat with me at two in the morning," Draco rolled his eyes. "Now what's it, go on?"
"Harry's having nightmares, I think, either that or a heart attack, but I'm pretty positive it's nightmares. I've tried everything. He won't wake up, and he keeps screaming your name." The blonde was guided into their room. Harry was having a fit, he was shrieking and crying and shaking and sweating. The blankets were on the floor and the pillows were nowhere to be seen, the sheets were twisted as a tornado.
Draco immediately ran to his side, shaking him, grabbing his hand, and kissing it. "Come on Harry, come on Harry," he chanted, knowing that either he would wake, or he would have to wait it out. Draco climbed on top of the shivering boy and pinned his arms down to his sides, straddling him. He was saying anything he could to wake him.
Harry, despite being unable to move, shook his head by his neck and struggled, screaming 'No,' over and over and over again. Draco could see the pool of sweat beading down his neck, and most of his shirt was wet. Harry shrieked again, long and vocal-chord-ripping.
"Damn it, Harry! Wake up!" Draco kissed his forehead, and although he may have relaxed a bit, he was still screaming. And then he was crying. Draco kissed his temple, down to his jaw, and he finished by tasting his salty neck. "Harry, please wake up my love," he whispered in his ear, and finally he did.
Harry's eyes shot open and he was shaking, panting for oxygen. He was winded and looked up to see a concerned Draco. He almost thought he was in his nightmare again and started screaming, only to have Draco shush him, and climb off of him.
"Draco! Oh god Draco," Harry gasped, his lips quivering as he grasped onto him by the neck and pulling him closer. Draco held him, his hand on the back of his head, the other pulling him close by his back.
"Shhh, you're okay, you're okay," Draco whispered, hugging him tight, "It was just a bad dream."
"Draco, it was awful," Harry started, his words almost couldn't be recognized due to his sobbing, but Draco cut him off from further speech.
"Hey, shhh, we don't need to talk about it right now just relax, we're okay," Draco cooed, stroking his hair away from his face.
"Draco, I'm sorry, so sorry" he cried, squeezing him so his bones were crushed.
"Don't worry, Harry," he whispered, letting go of him and getting up from the bed. "It's alright, I'm sorry too."
"Wait, no! Don't leave me," Harry begged.
"Wouldn't dream of it, I'm not going anywhere. How are we supposed to sleep without a pillow?" Draco searched for the bed's accessories and fixed the sheets while Harry watched him, breathing unsteadily. He tucked Harry in and climbed in bed with him, wrapping his arms around him, and Harry hugged him as well. Burying his head in the nape of his neck, he began sobbing again.
Draco took his hand and laced their fingers together.
They lay there silently for a while, except for a few sniffs or chokes from Harry, expecting one another to fall asleep, but Harry didn't dare, and Draco wasn't planning on going unconscious with Harry as freaked out as he was.
And then there was Ron. He watched the entire thing, although he was forgotten. Even though he still hated Malfoy, and probably always would, watching him comforting Harry like that, with the look in his eyes, he was actually happy he was with him... but he would never admit that.
"Do you want to go to Madam Pomfrey?"
"No, I'll be okay," Harry whispered back.
"What about tomorrow, just to see what's going on-"
"I know exactly what she's gonna say. It's nightmares because of the war and she'll try to give me dreamless sleep potion and it won't work."
"Yeah but, Harry, it's your health."
"Draco, no I'm not going," Harry raised his voice.
"Shhh, Harry relax, if you don't want to go you don't want to go, it's okay, we won't go. You know they're nightmares, or are they flashbacks?"
"Nightmares," Harry shook.
"Alright," Draco kissed his forehead. "It's not real, I promise."
"It seemed like it," Harry whined. "I'm sorry, Ron for waking you," he turned to the boy.
"It's alright mate," Ron said quietly.
"Do you want to go to the room of requirement," Draco asked.
Harry nodded his head and they proceeded to get out of bed while Draco grabbed Harry's invisibility cloak and wrapped it around them. They held hands all the way down to the room, and Harry wished it could be like that without the material shielding them from the world. Once inside they peeled the cloak off.
"Draco, it was awful! Voldemort had us captured and-"
Harry started but was cut off by Draco placing his lips on his own as a hand grabbed his cheek.
"Shh, we don't need to talk about it tonight. We can talk about it tomorrow. We've gotten no sleep in four days, let's just rest, okay?"
"Okay," Harry looked up to him with loving eyes before kissing his nose, leaving Draco with a small smile. Draco pulled him into a tight hug, Harry's skull under his chin. They stood there for a bit and Harry could have fallen asleep right then and there but Draco let go, holding his hand and leading him to the bed.
"Wait, before we sleep, I want you naked."
Harry furrowed his eyebrows at it. "Why?"
"Because I want our bodies together, no clothes. It's more romantic that way, just trust me."
"Okay, Mr. Romance," Harry game a small, sleep-drunken smile and peeled off all his clothes. Draco did the same, and they both lay there under the goose feather blankets, their body heat comforting as Harry snuggled closer to Draco, him encasing his arms around the boy.
"Good night my love," Draco whispered, causing Harry to shiver a good shiver. He kissed the top of his head.
"And you say you're not good enough for me... rather I'm not good enough for you," Harry said softly before closing his eyes and drifting.
Draco smiled to himself.
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