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"...What in Merlin's name are you doing here, Potter ? At this hour?" He sat up, groaning in exhaustion.
Harry woke up, huffing and breathing heavily as a wave of electrifying shock coursed through him.
God, how he hated when this happened.
He wouldn't be able to sleep for at least an hour or two, or if worse, not at all. He could handle it better as he got older, but it just wouldn't go away. It was terrifying, seeing that green flash before everything disappeared.
He'd often pace around quietly, as to not wake Ron up. Anxiety would build up, driving him at least half insane.
Sometimes it'd scare him stiff, scream if it was that bad (which he'd be embarrassed after and feel sorry for those he'd woken up,) and if it was bearable he'd be able to sleep. A little bit, at least.
Oh, how he wished could tell someone completely and have them comfort him. Don't get him wrong, Ron and Hermione did a brilliant job at it, but it just... Didn't feel right.
He could tell they'd be slightly unsettled, whenever he'd mention You-Know-Who, or in other words, Voldemort. He then stopped telling them, to avoid making them feel uncomfortable.
But now, he did have someone to tell. He did have someone he could cry to, tell them his troubles, talk about just anything, even if they'd seem irritated. Though it's a shame he couldn't visit Draco at nights like these, when he needs him most.
To be fair, their relationship is top-secret, confidential. Not even Ron, neither does Hermione. They'd be mortified if they had found out.
The only ones who know are probably Pansy, Theo, and Blaise. Draco himself doesn't even know how they found out, but they just did and was unable do anything about it.
Should I send Draco a letter? Should I even bother Draco during this hour, for my own selfish comfort? Harry would ask himself while pacing around his room, knowing he shouldn't.
Ah, that's right. He can get into the Slytherin's Dorm. How? Harry and Draco exchange passwords of their common room's just incase an emergency happens.
Yes, the trust is, in some way ensured, and yes Draco set a lot boundaries as to when you can or cannot enter given the situation. Precautions are always necessary, as Draco always blabbed about, basically reciting essays that have too much information.
Harry decided to go, on the force of a mental breakdown and on impulse. Of course, before going, Harry did make sure to bring his invisibility cloak and the Marauder's map along with him.
Not long after, he soon reached their common room, whispering the password and getting in successfully and somehow without a hitch.
He then proceeded to open and quietly find Draco, thankfully without his three other roomates, assuming they slept else where. They hopped from one room to another most of the time, or just gone elsewhere.
Harry's breathing had gone on and off, vision slightly blurring with his difficulty breathing, and his eyes slowly watering for no reason in particular.
His chest tightened. His anxiety spiked up, realizing he had just entered Draco's dorm, even worse, the Slytherin's dorm.
He had no idea how to explain it, except for the feeling of pure dread overcoming his emotions, even if it wasn't that bad. He certainly didn't enjoy it, yet had to suffer through it.
His fingers trembled as he uselessly trudged over. He could walk, he knew it, but his body was refusing to let him walk normally. Draco started moving slightly, about to wake up.
"...What in Merlin's name are you doing here, Potter ? At this hour?" Draco sat up, groaning in exhaustion.
Harry stayed silent, slowly heading over to Draco's bed. Harry sat on it shortly before tugging on his shirt, asking Draco if he could hug him, to which Draco said yes in confusion; ending up with Harry hugging him in a tight embrace.
"Wh-"
"Just... don't. Don't ask," Harry breathed, inhaling sharply. His voice cracked, and the sudden patch of tears made Draco's shirt dampen, in what he realized seemed to be tears. He tightened his hug on Draco's chest, sniffles being heard from time to time.
Harry didn't want to stoop so low as to bother Draco's sleep, especially at this hour and that Draco, too was stressed from newly announced exams. But with all the bottled emotions, he just couldn't take it anymore.
At some point, everyone has their breaking point, and tonight was just one of those nights when he desperately wanted and needed comfort.
Draco hesitantly patted his back, playing with his hair in an effort to calm him down. Harry relaxed into Draco's touched, breathing a bit easier as well.
"You prat," Draco said in a caring voice, although the things he spoke weren't the best choice of words. It was special, for them both.
"You git, at least be nice while I'm going to you for comfort." Harry tried to laugh it off but failed miserably as he buried his face further into Draco's neck.
"You're wetting my clothes," Draco sighed, affectionately, in a way. He untangled the knots in Harry's hair, rubbing circles into his back. Harry found it comforting, though Draco didn't know how to comfort, seeing as his tears stopped and dried shortly after.
Draco was still a tad bit drowsy, though.
After a long period of silence and quiet mumbles and whispers of comfort, the window had shown the tiny light of the sun arising.
"You can't sleep here, Harry," Draco spoke softly.
"On first name basis now, are we Draco? But yes. I know," Harry breathily sighed, a small smile appearing. He was a bit put down; like a puppy, Draco thinks. He'd never admit he thought that.
"Shut it. It's almost 4 in the morning," Draco grumbled, rambling on about how tight his schedule was. Harry didn't listen to any of it, only paying attention to how well the flow of Draco's soothing voice was.
"Hey, are you listening?" Draco sighed in an annoyed tone.
"No. Your voice sounds nice," Harry unexpectedly, yet honestly said. Perhaps it's the half awake affect.
"S-stop talking about trivial matters, will you?" Draco said after a moment of pausing with his face flushed, facing away from Harry as he simply hummed.
"Love you, Draco," he whispered, seemingly unbothered though he was dying equally as much inside.
"...Love you too," Draco said in a voice so low you almost couldn't hear it.