Author Note: Again I say, I do not own Harry Potter, Hogwarts, or the delicious Draco Malfoy. Hope you enjoy! ^_^
Draco saw Harry sitting on the couch in the eighth year common room, reading. Draco made two cups of tea and made his way over to the couch. Draco stood in front of the raven haired boy, holding one of the mugs out.
"Thanks," Harry mumbled, placing his bookmark in his book, taking the cup.
Draco sat in the chair beside Harry.
"I see you're up again," Draco said, conversely.
"You as well," Harry responded, blowing the steam on the coffee.
He took a sip and bit his tongue; it was still too hot.
Draco and Harry both had not been getting much sleep since the war. What with nightmares and new found insomnia. Draco fixing Harry and himself a cup of tea in the middle of the night was almost routine now. They would sit up conversing and drinking the tea like their life depended on it.
"Same dream?" Harry asked.
"More or less," the blonde answered. "The Room of Requirement on fire and you saved me. But instead of us rolling onto the floor in the hall; I rolled into Azkaban where the dementors were about to give me the Kiss when I woke up." He took a sip from his cup.
Harry shivered from the thought of the Kiss.
"Same dream for you too?"
Harry shook his head. "I haven't even tried to sleep. What's the point? I know the nightmares will come. I may as well avoid them."
Draco noticed the dark circles under the other boy's eyes for the first time.
"When was the last time you slept?"
"About three maybe four days ago," Harry answered, shrugging. "The nights are running together."
"Harry-" He trailed off.
Harry took another sip of tea. "The tea's delicious by the way."
Knowing to drop the subject, Draco smiled softly, taking a sip from his own cup as silence fell between the two friends.