Hi, life is pretty hard right now and writing is taking a toll on me. I'm so sorry. Someone did comment about my story needing more editing and I agree, the first two chapters definitely do and I do edit the chapters, a lot of them have been rewritten. The story has actually lengthened a tad. Also, my story doesn't have an end because I'm not done writing it. I have so many chapters written, but they are not edited that is why I need breaks. Anyway, on with the show!

Harry cringed as he awoke in the middle of the night, his mind still having a lingering tingle of the nightmare that had previously filled it. He groaned as he found the time to be 2:30, he was not going to be able to sleep after such a thing. He placed his feet on the floor and tried to stand up on his wobbly legs.

Nightmares were a common thing for Harry. With all that he had gone through, one would be surprised if he did not get nightmares. Getting killed, getting used, all the utter abuse he had received had left a permanent imprint upon both his unconscious and conscious mind. He thought to himself that chocolate would be the only thing that would make him feel better. He searched for a moment before realizing that he did not have any chocolate at all and would have to deal with the sinking feeling in his chest for the rest of the day. He huffed and sat on his bed. And then he heard a shriek, a cry, and then a loud thump.

Harry stood up and walked to investigate. He knocked on Draco's door before cracking it open. There he was, shaking on the floor, still asleep. Harry thought for a second about what he was doing. This was a terrible idea. Why was he in Draco's room? He wasn't thinking straight. He shouldn't be here. This wasn't something he should do. He was stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

But then there was a cry and a whimper, Draco was shuddering.

"Draco," Harry whispered, placing a hand on his shoulder. He gently shook Draco's shoulder, "it's just a dream."

Draco did not wake up, but he rolled onto Harry's lap, snuggling into him. Harry stroked his hair as he tried to calm him down, if he couldn't wake him up, he would at least try to ease the nightmare.

Draco's breath quickened and he clenched onto Harry's shirt. Harry hushed him and continued to stroke his unruly blond hair.

"Draco, it's only a nightmare." Harry watched as Draco's breath quickened. He was trying to help, but he never was much help to those around him, was he? Then he watched as Draco's eyes fluttered open, his breath still shaking.

"It's alright," Harry hushed. Draco looked up at the horrid green eyes he did not wish to meet at this moment, in this particular state. He was a mess. Why would anyone want to see him like this? No one would. Of course, Harry did not want to see him he had messed everything up and ruined it. He just wished he could undo that kiss and change everything to how it was before. They could be friends. Draco would be quite okay with the idea of friendship now, after losing someone so important to him. He only wished he wasn't lying in Harry's lap with his hair as messy as it could be. This was utterly embarrassing.

"I'm sorry I woke you, you can leave now," Draco said rather coldly. Harry knew he should leave, Draco obviously did not want him here, but he had to make sure he felt okay. Harry knew the horrors of nightmares. Hew knew the sinking feeling they left in your chest after you woke up. He had to help him, not doing so was out of the question.

"You didn't wake me," Harry explained, "I was already awake. Come on, let's take a walk to the kitchens."

Harry and Draco walked side-by-side to the kitchens where Harry gave him chocolate because, well, it helps with everything, doesn't it? They did not speak much because neither was confident, but as Harry saw that Draco didn't hate him he began to think that maybe he wasn't losing Draco. Maybe everything would be alright. The only thing that would cause any upset was the kiss. Harry sought to correct this situation to reinstate he and Draco's friendship, or maybe more could come out of it.

The next evening, Harry sighed as he walked toward the dungeons instead of the great hall. He begrudgingly entered the potions classroom to find Draco at his desk talking to a student. Harry thought it best not to interrupt so he stepped inside and stood almost in the doorway. Draco appeared to be such an amazing teacher and Harry only hoped that they could talk. Draco was still avoiding him this morning, but Harry sought to correct that. Draco Malfoy would hopefully talk to him. The student was done talking in a few moments and smiled when she saw Harry in the doorway.

"Hello, Professor Potter," ase said lightly as she practically danced out of the door.

"What do you want, Potter?" Draco asked, not looking up from his desk. He was writing on parchment, possibly grading homework. He was stiff, but he said something, which was progress. Draco himself was internally freaking out that Harry was here to ask questions about last night and Draco didn't want to have to answer them. What if Harry was here to mock him? His hair, his tears, he had been an utter mess. Harry saw the mess that Draco Malfoy truly was.

"I'm, um, here about our falling out." Harry stepped toward the desk, his smile small. His confidence was basically nonexistent, but he hoped that Draco wanted to be friends or even more because that would make Harry so amazingly happy. He wanted him and Draco to be friends. He didn't want to lose him because he only lost everything he ever loved. That's all that ever happened. Harry lost and lost, but maybe he could keep one friendship without it crumbling.

"I apologize, but I really must be going." Draco was not ready for this conversation, the rejection. He walked past Harry again, but this time he didn't let him leave. Harry grabbed his wrist. His confidence became higher, but it was still rather low. Draco was important to him, Draco kissed him. That must have meant something. Maybe Draco was scared, or Harry was just an idiot. He wanted Draco to be his. He hoped he wasn't reading anything wrong in that moment, but it's hard for a kiss between two men to be ruled off as nothing or as a friendly gesture. It was a difficult thing to do, so Harry tried to muster all of his confidence in these next moments.

"Draco," Harry said, pulling him back. Draco was terrified of this moment. He was terrified off being told they were nothing that Draco was too much drama. It's what happened with the others in his life. Draco didn't want to hear that again, but he couldn't escape.

"What?" Draco asked. He turned to face the boy only to have his lips crash into his. The kiss turned needy and desperate. Draco grasped at Harry's hair, as Harry's hands drifted lower. They were on his lower back when Draco started walking forward, pressing Harry into his desk. It was magical. It was… okay. Draco wasn't being rejected. Everything might actually turn out okay. This was something that could go somewhere. Draco was the one who begrudgingly broke apart.

"We should get to dinner, don't want them wondering where we are," Draco mumbled, but he was beaming. He hadn't ruined them. He hadn't scared Harry away.

"Have to maintain professionalism," Harry mumbled. He pressed a quick kiss to Draco's lips before walking to the great hall. He hadn't lost everything. They were together… in some currently undefined way. Harry was okay with that as he walked out. Draco smiled and followed him. They made sure not to enter at the same time. They also fixed each others clothes as to not look as disheveled.

It's not as if they were ashamed, they just didn't know what they were and that is perfectly okay.

Okay, I hope you liked it. I cried for two hours today and I couldn't stop. Yes, I calmed down when I started editing, but I do not have the mental ability to write as much right now. I'm not abandoning the story, but I have three reviews and that's fantastic, but I believe my mental health is more important than a Drarry fanfiction. Probably a sucky Drarry fanfiction, but I am trying my hardest. And I'm a mess, I really am, so I need to become a better me before I can continue posting this for y'all. Maybe I'll be better enough tomorrow, you never know, but I may not be able to write all next week. I'm sorry I'm leaving you without an ending, but there is one, it's just a while away. I'll have it up as soon as I can, but editing is too hard for me rn. I also am doing a competition for Harry Potter fanfiction and any mental ability I have left will probably be used for that. I'm sorry, but I will be back, I promise.

Love and Peaches, Jay Rose