"Hey, Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"What are you wearing?"
"Um...pajama bottoms and socks. Why?"
"Mmmm just wanted a visual. I'm not wearing...anything."
"Really? Is it hot in the dungeons?"
"Oh, it's hot here, baby."
"...is this a joke?"
"Potter. Don't ruin the mood."
"What mood?"
"HAVE PIPE SEX WITH ME, POTTER."
"...pipe sex?"
"YES."
"But...the, um, the angle of the...hole is all wrong, and...it would hurt, it's too small. I might get stuck. Why are you laughing?"
*
"Draco?"
"Yeeeesssss?"
"I'm, um...I'm not wearing anything."
"Oh, really?"
"Uh huh."
"Okay, hold on, let me finish my potions essay."
"What?"
"Well, I'm almost finished."
"Oh."
"Okay, okay, forget potions. So, what are you thinking about?"
"Uh..."
"Okay, are you lying down?"
"Yes."
"Are you touching yourself?"
"Uh...yes?"
"You're not sure?"
"I'm not sure if I'm touching the right parts."
"Harry..."
"Yes?"
"Maybe we should do this later."
*
"Okay. Draco?"
"Uh huh?"
"Finished your homework?"
"Yes."
"Are you naked and ready?"
"Always."
"Okay. Let's go."
"Great! I was thinking, today in history class...what if you were under the desk, you know, between my legs? And-"
"Are you pants off in this?"
"Well, yes."
"You're in history class with your pants off?"
"Um. Well, not really. Work with me here, Potter."
"Okay. So you're half naked in History class, and I'm under the desk with my lips wrapped around your-"
"Maybe you should try talking kind of, you know, throaty."
"Throaty?"
"Yeah, you know, try to sound...sexy or something."
"Hmm. I'm not sexy as I am?"
"Oh shut up, Potter, don't get angsty on me. I'm trying to have pipe sex here."
"Uh okay. So...I'm...under the desk...."
"Okay, now you're just mumbling and I can't understand you."
"Not sexy, huh?"
"Not so much."
"Hmm. This is so much easier by myself."
*
"Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"I was...thinking..."
"Uh huh?"
"Wouldn't it be fun if we snuck up to the astronomy tower?"
"You want to look at stars? It's kind of cloudy out."
"Oh, God, Harry. Sometimes I wonder-"
"I'm just kidding."
"Oh. Good. So we could sneak up to the astronomy tower..."
"...and we could lie down under my invisibility cloak..."
"...and we could snog each other senseless..."
"...and everyone else would be there looking at stars and looking longingly into each other's eyes and we would be shagging each other with our hands over each other's mouths."
"...."
"Draco?"
"Whoa. Good one, Harry."
"Well, that was easy."
"Did you just call me easy?"
*
"Harry! Harry! Wake up!"
"AAARRGH!!!"
"Hey, hey there, it's okay. It's just me. Are you okay?"
"Ugh."
"Nightmares again?"
"Bleh."
"Okay. Sit tight."
"Draco?"
"..."
"Draco, where are you?"
With a whoosh, a great crane landed and perched by Harry's window, tapping at the glass. Harry shook the sleep out of his eyes and rose, opening the window wide. As the crane stepped onto the windowsill it turned into Draco, sitting in front of Harry in his pajamas.
They smiled at each other for a moment, Harry's face still wet with the tears from his nightmare, and Draco took his hand and lead him back to bed, crawling in after him. It seemed totally natural for Harry to curl up against Draco, to rest his head against Draco's chest, to feel Draco's arms wrapped around him. Draco touched his hair, stroked the back of his neck, rubbed his hands along Harry's back.
Without saying anything at all, Harry shifted, propped up his head with one hand and laid the other against Draco's chest, and kissed him.
There would be no more nightmares that night.