A little sad and cute Draco & Blaise. Slash. I do not own the characters, J.K. Rowling is Our Queen.
Blaise was snoring softly curled up on Draco's king sized bed. His shirtless golden colored skin was a wonderful contrast to Draco's black silk sheets.
Draco was wakened to Blaise apparating in his room in the early hours of the morning. Draco knew why he came, and he just patted the bed without a word, Blaise curled up and fell asleep instantly.
He looked thinner to Draco, but they were both lean guys. Blaise made sounds in his sleep the entire night. It made Draco worried but this happens every time Blaise's mother gets married.
Blaise is haunted by the men his mother dangles around his house and how they all "accidentally" die. Draco knew that he felt guilt, why else would his brows always furrow when he sleeps?
He felt trusted and appreciated every time Blaise shows up, sometimes Draco will hold him while he sleeps. Sometimes they will kiss. But it is not about the kiss that makes Draco yearn for these nights but the affection he receives.
Draco knows that he doesn't want Blaise to have to deal with this struggle, yet he hopes it never stops so the bloke next to him won't ever leave.
Blaise shifted in his sleeping, grasping onto Draco's hand and his face relaxed slightly, like a weight was lifted off his shoulder. Draco watched him with a gentle smile on his face.
He promised to Blaise and himself that he will always be there to hold his hand. He will never let go.