Disclaimer: I Own Nothing. Well, a couple of things, I suppose. But the closest I come to owning Harry Potter is owning the books, so find somebody else to sue.
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"Welcome back, students!" Dumbledore announced at the feast that evening. "I hope you've all had a good holiday. I have several announcements before we feast. First, Professor Stephens was called away for a family emergency, and therefore, will not return for this term. However, we have a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Her name is Katie Snape, and she is the new wife of your Potions Master. The Snapes are also expecting their first child-- Correction: their second child, as they are adopting Mr. Draco Malfoy as their first. Will you all please give them a round of applause in congratulations?" The students clapped their hands, and then Dumbledore made the food appear on the tables.
"I'm so happy for you, Draco," Hermione said. "You, too, Harry. You both deserve to be happy." She, Ginny, the twins, Draco, and Harry were sitting at the end of the Gryffindor table again, away from everyone else. At Hermione's words, Draco just smiled.
"Thanks, 'Mione," Harry replied, holding Draco's hand under the table.
"How did you sleep, love?" Draco asked a while later, his voice soft as he rested his chin on Harry's shoulder.
"Not great," Harry responded. Draco sighed, squeezing Harry's knee.
"You haven't been sleeping well for weeks. Maybe you should--" Harry covered Draco's mouth with his hand and stared at him.
"We'll discuss this later," Harry said, firmly.
"All right, but maybe Severus could give you a Dreamless Sleep Potion tonight," Draco said, quietly, so that the others wouldn't hear. Harry shook his head.
"It doesn't help," he mumbled.
"Please, Harry, just come downstairs with me, and we'll ask if he can do anything." Harry glared at the pleading look in his boyfriend's eyes.
"I hate it when you do that, you know."
"But it gets you every time," Draco replied, smiling. "Come on. I think Sev and Katie already went down there." Sighing and shaking his head, Harry went downstairs with Draco. Once there, they found Severus and Katie cuddling on the sofa. They looked up when they heard the boys come in.
"Do you two need something?" Severus asked.
"Harry hasn't been sleeping well the past several weeks," Draco explained. "He's been having nightmares, and Dreamless Sleep Potions don't work. Do you have any ideas, or anything he could take?"
"All I can think of to really put him to sleep is the Draught of Living Death," Severus responded after a moment. "And there's no way that I'm going to give that to a fifteen-year-old, especially one who has class in the morning. I'm sorry, Harry." Harry just nodded his understanding.
"That's all right," he said, quietly. "I didn't think anything could help, anyway. I've pretty much given up on being able to sleep for a while."
"Sweetheart, maybe if you tell us a little about your nightmares, then we could help you out," Katie suggested. Harry's eyes widened a little, and he quickly shook his head.
"No, I can't--" he hesitated. He took a breath. "I mean, I don't want to be a bother. I'm just going to go upstairs. Thanks."
He turned to leave, but Draco grabbed him by his arm. Harry slowly turned around, his face pale as his hands trembled. Draco, Katie, and Severus all exchanged glances. Katie cautiously came up to Harry and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder.
"Harry, you look like you're going to faint," she said, softly. "I must insist that you stay down here tonight." Severus and Draco agreed.
"Come on, love," Draco murmured, taking Harry's hand. He led the raven-haired boy into the guest bedroom, where Draco slept. "You sleep in here." Harry lay down on the bed, knowing that protesting was of no use. Draco sat next to him, gently rubbing his back. "What's wrong with you, Harry? Something's wrong, I can tell. You're acting so...different." Harry didn't reply. "Fine, if you won't tell me..." Draco stood up and was about to leave, but Harry reached out to grab his hand.
"Stay with me," he whispered, tears welling up in his eyes. Draco sighed and lay down with Harry, wrapping his arms around the other boy. Harry nestled his face in Draco's chest, letting a few tears escape.
"I'm just worried about you, love," Draco said, softly. "I don't like seeing you upset. I want to help you, but if I don't know what's wrong, then I don't know what to do. What do I do to help you, Harry?"
"Just stay with me," Harry requested. "And promise you'll never hurt me..." Draco gasped.
"Merlin, Harry, is that what you're acting so weird about?" he asked, hugging Harry tightly. "You're scared that I'm going to hurt you? I'll never hurt you. I don't know what would make you think about that, but I love you. I love you more than anything, Harry." Harry only tightened his grip around Draco's waist. "Go to sleep, love. I'll stay right here with you; I won't go anywhere, ever."