Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THESE CHARACTERS… I wish I did, but sadly they belong to the Queen.
Harry awoke with a shock, with the events from the dream shaking him deeply as he mulled over their meaning. He wrapped an arm around his spouse, who lay next to him in the large king bed they shared. "I had the most horrible nightmare." He stated quietly.
"Oh? About what?"
Though the voice sounded sleepy and disinterested, he continued on, encouraged by the fact he even received a response. "I was sending James off on the train to Hogwarts and…" He snuggled deeper under the large duvet, the dream still visible every time he blinked.
"And?"
"I was married to Ginny." He squeezed his eyes shut tight, a flurry of scenarios containing angry and jealous responses running through his head.
"Weasley?" came the fatigued reply.
"Yes, we were married, and at King's Cross, sending our son James onto the train. It was so horrible, I don't think I will ever sleep again."
The mortification was evident in his voice as he recalled the few key events, but the mortification soon turned to irritation as he felt the body next to him begin to shake with laughter.
"That does sound like a nightmare, you had a child together."
Harry sat up on his knees and snatched a pillow, swinging it down on the smirking face. "Draco, it's not funny," he whined.
Draco pushed the pillow off his face and sat up, still smirking. "Yes, it is."
"I don't see why," the raven retorted. The blonde made his face serious, but the ghost of the smirk tugged at the corners of his lips, "Because I'm here and she's not," he gripped the pouting face between his middle finger and thumb, and pressed a chaste kiss to his husband's forehead. "Now lie down, we both work tomorrow, and even Malfoy's need their beauty sleep."
Harry sank back down to the bed, curling himself around Draco, sleep beginning to cloud over his mind. "I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too, Potter."
~Fin~