Disclaimer: The characters and places and stuff belong to JKR. But for now, they are at my mercy. *evil grin* I'll return them as soon as I'm finished…maybe.

This is the sequel to "What Is Happiness?" To understand this story, you must first read that one. It is located at http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=946096

In this chapter: Nightmares and an incident in Potions...

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"Harry, get up!"

Harry bolted upright in his bed, shaking uncontrollably. Tears streamed from his eyes as he gasped for breath, and his throat felt scratchy. He jumped a little, startled when he felt someone's hands on his shoulders.

"Harry, you were only dreaming, calm down!" Harry recognized the voice as Seamus's. The Irish boy sat next to Harry and hugged him gently, trying to soothe him. "Ron, get your brother!"

Harry struggled in Seamus's arms, trying to break free, but it was no use. Seamus was bigger and stronger. By the time Ron returned to the dorm with George, Harry had collapsed from exhaustion. Seamus held onto the other boy, speaking quietly to him as other Gryffindors crowded around the room and the door. George rushed to Harry's side and gently pulled the younger boy into his lap.

"What happened, Harry?" George murmured, softly. "What happened in your nightmare?"

Harry took a light, shuddery breath and picked his head up off of George's shoulder. He stared weakly into the older wizard's eyes.

"Draco," Harry whispered, his voice hoarse.

No matter what George asked him, that was all Harry would reply. George looked around the room, his eyes resting on the crowd of Gryffindors outside the door.

"Everyone who does not belong in this dorm, go back to your own rooms," he ordered them. They all left, except for the other sixth-year boys. "One of you, explain to me exactly what happened."

"We woke up when Harry started screaming," Dean explained, his face pale as he gripped Seamus's arm. "He kept telling Draco he was sorry for hurting him. He just kept screaming for five minutes; we couldn't wake him up."

"Is that what's wrong?" George asked Harry, rubbing his back. "You think you hurt Draco? It was only a nightmare, kid. Draco's fine. He's downstairs with Severus. He's fine." Harry shook his head, his eyes wide with tears. "All right, then, how about I take you downstairs to the dungeons, and you can see for yourself?"

Harry nodded in agreement, and George helped him to stand. He wrapped Harry's cloak around him, and the two left the tower. They headed downstairs and stopped in front of the portrait guarding the dungeon suite. Harry mumbled the password, and they entered the living room.

Draco was curled up on the sofa, reading a book, and he jumped when he heard the two come in. His eyes widened in shock when he saw the state Harry was in, and he rushed over to his boyfriend, enveloping him in his arms.

"Oh, honey, what's wrong, what happened?" Draco whispered as he led Harry over to the sofa. They sat down, and Harry nestled himself against Draco's side, crying silently into the blond's shoulder.

"He had a nightmare," George explained, softly. "His dorm mates said he was screaming that he was sorry for hurting you, and when he woke up, he thought he really had hurt you. I brought him down so he could see that it was just a nightmare."

"Harry, love, it's all right," Draco whispered, cradling Harry in his arms and rubbing his back. "I'm fine. You didn't hurt me. George is right; it was only a dream." Draco looked up at George. "He's staying here tonight. You can go back to bed. I'll take care of him."

George nodded his head. He leaned over the back of the sofa and kissed the top of Harry's head, then left the room. Draco and Harry went into Draco's bedroom and lay down in the bed. Draco wrapped his arms around Harry and pulled him close, placing light kisses on his forehead and cheeks.

"I'm right here, honey," Draco murmured. "I'm not going anywhere. Go to sleep. When you wake up, I'll still be here. Remember that if you get scared."

Harry didn't go back to sleep that night.

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The next morning, the sixth-year Gryffindors and Slytherins had Potions together. After breakfast, Draco, Harry, and Hermione walked into the dungeons and sat at a table together. They'd arrived a few minutes early, so the only person in there besides themselves was Severus. He came back to the trio and leaned back against another table.

"I'm going home this weekend to help your mum with Catherine," Severus told Draco. "Do you want to come, too?"

"Um...I don't think so," Draco replied, casting a worried glance towards Harry, who was visibly exhausted. "Maybe I'll visit or something, but...there are things here that need my attention." Severus nodded and returned to his desk, while Harry tried to glare at his boyfriend.

"If you want to go home, you can," Harry told him, as firmly as he could manage. "You don't have to worry about me so much."

"Well, you're definitely giving me reason to worry," Draco shot back, folding his arms across his chest. "You didn't even try to go back to sleep after that nightmare last night! You won't take Dreamless Sleep Potions. You won't tell anyone about your nightmares. You won't tell anyone when there's something wrong, and you won't let anyone help you! And now you're telling me I don't have to worry so much? Bull shite, Harry. If you can't take care of yourself, then someone has to do it for you."

"I can take care of myself," Harry hissed, narrowing his eyes. "I don't need anyone to treat me like a child. I'm sorry if you don't like my method of handling things, but that's just what it is: my method. It works for me. I'm taking care of myself just fine, and I don't need you to baby me."

"When was the last time you got some real sleep?" Draco demanded. "You have nightmares every night, and you never go back to sleep afterwards! Maybe if you actually tried to sleep well, then I'd lay off, but you don't try! Now you're telling me not to worry when I'm scared out of my mind, thinking that I'm going to lose you to things that happened months ago!"

By then, the two boys were standing, faces red as they stared at each other. The other students had come into the classroom and were watching the display in fascination, but Harry and Draco were oblivious. Suddenly, each boy felt a hand on his shoulder.

"This isn't exactly the best of places for this discussion," Severus told them in a low voice. "Perhaps you should both leave and calm down. I'll fill you in later on what you miss."

Without another word to anyone, the boys gathered their things and left the room. Harry headed up to Gryffindor Tower, and Draco seemed to follow him.

"Leave me alone," Harry muttered.

"If you won't listen to me, I'm going to talk to some people you will listen to."

With that, Draco went in the opposite way from Harry, who spoke the password to the Fat Lady. He ran up to his dorm room and threw his books on the floor, pacing rapidly over the carpet. Finally, he sat down on his bed, and his eyes fell on the potion that George had given him the night before. Without another thought, he downed the potion in one swallow, then angrily threw the glass phial at the wall, watching it shatter before falling into a deep sleep.