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Harry wakes with a gasp, shooting upright in his bed. A thick layer of sweat coats the boys body, and he immediately kicks the blankets of his body. It's just a dream he tries to remind himself, just a dream. But It all felt too real. The screams of the dying, the crashes of debris, the haunted look in Snapes eyes, the exact moment Harry locked eyes with Voldemort. All the memories of the war felt too real. As if they where still happening, and the fragile peace Harry had built was just a fantasy.
The nightmares had become a unique sort of hell for Harry, the flashbacks that stole his sleep and his sanity. Because with every reminder of the horrors of the war, Harry understood even more that it was all his fault. If he had never survived his first encounter with voldemort none of this would have even happened. Maybe it would be better if he where dead-
"Stop it" Harry hisses under his breath, leaning back so that his head hit against the wall behind him. Thinking like that wouldn't do any good. He knew this, because Draco had told him. Draco Malfoy. His rival turned lover. His fear turned safe space. He knew that his boyfriend would be upset if he knew the way Harry was thinking, then again Draco was the only one who could keep the dark thoughts away...
It was with that realisation that harry made his choice. He slipped out of bed, sliding his feet into his plush slippers, a gift from Hermione last Christmas. Harry reached for his bedside table, sliding on his glasses and grabbing his wand. He padded out of the 8th year Gryffindor boys dorms, leaving behind the sound of Ron's obnoxious snoring.
"Lumos" Harry whispered, and the tip of his wand lit up, illuminating the area in front of him. The boy made his way out of the common room, climbing out of the portrait hole. Carefully, he made his way to the dungeons, not wanting to catch the attention of a teacher patrolling for troublemakers.
He released an audible sigh when he reached the dungeons, and he hurried up to where he knew the 8th year boys dormitories were. As he tiptoed inside, he was greeted by the familiar green tapestries, and the sight of his boyfriend sleeping peacefully in his bed at the end of the room. The tension in harry seemed to dissolve, his anxiety melting away at the sight of his beloved. He speed walked over, lifting the bedsheet carefully and sliding into bed next to Draco, trying not to wake the blonde.
Draco curls around harry, even in his sleep. He stirred gently, and harry froze. "Harry?" Draco mumbled, one eyes opening. "Hi Draco" Harry whispered, heat creeping up his neck. "Darling what are you-" Draco started, but he froze when he saw the look in Harrys eyes. They where haunted, and empty, yet he seemed trusting, in a way only Draco could make him. "Nightmare?" Draco asked, and harry nodded.
Draco sighed, a sad half smile on his face as he shifted wordlessly, allowing harry more room in the bed. Harry laid his head on the boys chest, and Draco started paying with his hair, stroking it in an attempt to calm him down. Draco leaned down, planting a gentle kiss on the top of his head. "You can sleep now harry, I will keep you safe" He whispered, knowing that harry needed the reassurance right now "I'm not going anywhere, I promise".
Harry hummed, the sound low and content. His eyes started to drift shut, but just as Draco thought he was finally going to sleep he opened them just enough to see Draco's face. "I love you dray" He whispered. Draco smiled, a real one that reached his eyes. "I love you too harry. Now sleep my love, you can be all cute in the morning". Harry chucked under his breath, before finally drifting into sleep.
Draco stayed awake for a while longer, simply admiring the boy asleep on his chest. As his fingers weaved through the brunnetes hair he couldn't help but wonder how he got so lucky as to be with Harry. How he could forgive all that he did and love him despite it. But he knew it was best not to linger on the past, to ask what if and wonder. So he drifted into his own slumber, and dreamed of emerald green eyes.