This came from a tumblr prompt I found Pinterest and I just thought of this and I wondered whether I should write it or not and so here it is!
I'm hoping it'll be written okay. :)
Most nights, after a few rounds of love making or hard and vigorous sex, Draco would hold Harry in his arms as he would drift off, air puffing against the other man's neck in a comforting way. His arms would wrap around Harry's waist and hold him to his body, their legs entangled with the blanket thrown over them for comfort.
Harry would always stare at Draco's peaceful looking face, face relaxed and young looking. His platinum blond hair would frame his face, his sharp jawline covered in the hickies Harry would leave behind; his hair reminded Harry of an angel's, with how blond and white looking it looked when the sunlight hit it. The lines would disappear from his face, making him look as if he were twenty and not thirty-five. His nose would nuzzle against his ear as they would sleep, Draco unconsciously breathing in Harry's scent.
Harry knew that Draco never slept very well, not since the war in their seventh year. He knew the other man had nightmares of what he had been forced to do, of what he had been forced to believe in, and what he had been forced to see.
He sometimes wished desperately that he could change the past.
He sighed, nuzzling his head into Draco's chest, one thumb splayed over the skin on Draco's arm that was marred by a scar. He thumbed it as he felt himself drift off.
He felt Draco's arms tightening around him when he wakes up slowly. He frowns when he realizes that Draco must be having a bad dream. Of what, he doesn't know.
"Draco?" he whispers. "What is it? Are you okay?"
The only response he gets is Draco's arms tightening even more around him.
Harry sighs, smiling a little as he wounds his arms around Draco to hug him back. "Shh, Draco, it's okay."
When Harry wakes up the next morning, he knows that Draco doesn't remember anything happening after they fell asleep.
He knows that Draco doesn't remember hugging him tightly last night. Or that Harry comforted him in the throes of a nightmare that he has no clue of what it was about.
As Draco kisses him good morning, with a smile on his lips, Harry realizes that he will forever remember the vulnerable side of Draco he saw the night before. And he doesn't want to forget it, either.
I know its short and all, but I liked writing it! I would love to hear your thoughts on it and what you though of it!
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