Thunderstoms
Harry always disliked thunderstorms. When he was little the thunder scared him...but no one ever held him, explained to him. His fear didn't disappear as he got older, if anything it got worse. They still scared him. The loud boom, and the bright flash of light, shaped like the scar on his forehead…no he didn't like thunderstorms.
He shivers as another one rumbles across the sky, jumping when a hand snakes across his chest. The head on his shoulder whispering "Shh, love, I've got you," he smiles, Draco leads him back down. He's safe in Draco's arms. Even from Thunderstorms.
