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Written for;
DolbyDigital, for the March Exchange. I really hope you like this :)
The 2nd Annual Triwizard Tournament.
Valentine making station - Indigo.
Nightmares
Harry lay on his back, his arm outstretched under the pillow beside him, Draco pressed into his side. He'd been awake for a while, unable to sleep, his mind moving a mile a minute. Tomorrow was their two year anniversary, and Harry was planning to propose. He'd been carrying the ring around with him for weeks, but every time he tried to get the words out, his throat closed up and he choked over them, causing Draco to eye him strangely.
Tomorrow, he was determined would be the day. He would force the words out if it killed him, and hopefully, Draco would accept and they would live happily ever after. Or... well, as near as they could manage, anyway. He felt Draco shift beside him, and watched the little crease between his eyebrows appear. Whatever his boyfriend was dreaming about, it couldn't be happy.
It was strange, how far they'd come over the last two years. They'd both decided to become healers, and had ended up competing over the annual apprenticeship. In the end, neither of them had taken it, but during that time, they'd moved from being 'Potter' and 'Malfoy', to being 'Draco' and 'Harry.'
Draco had comforted Harry when he lost his patient for the first time, and Harry had celebrated with Draco when he'd managed to cure a patient when one of the more seasoned Healers failed to settle on a diagnosis. Somehow, they moved from enemies, to competitors, to friends, to lovers. Harry still didn't really know how it happened, but he thanked Merlin for it every day.
"No! You can't have him! He's mine!"
Harry jumped when Draco cried out fearfully, shifting about in the bed.
"Draco. Draco... come on baby, wake up. It's just a nightmare. Draco."
Harry shook him awake gently, holding his hand when Draco's eyes opened suddenly, his breathing coming in spurts, his face a portrait of panic and terror. Seeing the fear still written all over his face, Harry pulled Draco into his arms, cradling him to his chest.
"You're alright, baby."
"They tried to take you, but I wouldn't, I couldn't, you're mine, Harry, they can't have you. The bastards can't take you away," Draco rambled against Harry's skin, and Harry could feel the familiar wetness of tears.
Neither of them was any stranger to nightmares, with the life they'd both lead how could they be, but it doesn't matter how many you're forced to suffer through, they will still affect you as though it was the first time.
"No one is going to take me, Draco. I promise. I'm right here," Harry whispered into the night, holding Draco tightly.
As Draco calmed down, Harry rubbed calming circles on his back. "Feeling better?" he asked when he heard Draco's breathing even out.
Nodding, Draco murmured, "I hate that one. The others, the flashbacks, I can cope with but... I hate that one."
"I know," Harry replied, rolling them over so he was cradled between Draco's thighs, while he rested his arms at either side of his head. "I love you."
"I love you too," Draco replied, lifting a hand to caress Harry's cheek, before he pulled him down for a kiss. As their lips met, the world righted itself, and they sighed their contentment. Shifting to his side, Harry pulled Draco with him so they lay facing each other, bodies entwined.
Draco pulled his face back to look at Harry.
"Harry?"
"Hmm?"
"Will you marry me?"