"Draco." A whisper in the dark. The voice found him in his dreams. He recognized it, but in his clouded mind he could not place it.
"Draco." Gentle hands shook him awake. Draco opened his eyes, peering into the darkness at the inky shape on the edge of the bed. He blinked a few times and things slid into focus. It was Harry at his bedside. A cold Harry: he was trembling. His emerald eyes looked pleadingly down at the blonde. "It's storming…" No cold, then. Afraid.
A bright flash briefly lit the room, the roaring clash of thunder drowning out the pounding of the rain against the window pane. Harry whimpered. Draco smiled. He lifted the covers and nodded to the Gryffindor. Who would imagine—the Boy Who Lived, afraid of a bit of foul weather?
Draco pulled the blankets up over their shoulders as Harry settled in beside him. He draped an arm over the brunette's waist and pulled him back against his chest. Warms lips pressed against a trembling shoulder.
"Nothing to fear, love." Draco's voice was the one thing that could edge off Harry's fear. "I'm here." Harry pressed back against the blonde, snuggling deeper into strong arms.
"Keep me safe." The same request received the same answer.
"Always."