A/N: I don't own Harry Potter
This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
April Auction
Day 27 - Auction 1 - Blind Plot Point: Holding him/her in bed
Warning: Mentions of PTSD
Word count: 490
He held her as she cried.
Cried for the loss of another dream, cried for the fact the universe seemed against them.
He held her, arms around her, in their bed.
He held her when she woke screaming from nightmares she refused to talk about.
He held her tightly, kissing her gently, promising her it was over. The war was over and they had both survived.
He held her when she crawled to bed too drunk to remember who he was. She laid her head against his chest. He could smell the alcohol on her breath. He nearly cried that night realizing how in pain she must be.
He held her in the morning, when she first woke up. A soft, warm snuggle of love, of a fluffy feeling in his chest as she nestled against him, whispering his name.
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
She held him after the final battle when he had nowhere to go. He'd been too hurt to sleep alone.
She'd held him in her arms like a child, gently kissing his forehead.
She held him as the world shook around them, neither knowing when, or if, things would ever return to normal. He cried in her arms that night. She'd wiped away his tears and finally kissed his lips.
She held him, tangled in their bamboo sheets. He'd stolen half the blankets and she'd laughed. That night he'd asked her the big question. The one she could only answer 'yes'.
She held him on their wedding night, the bed shaking, rocking as they gave each other themselves forever, til death did they part.
DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
He held her when all seemed lost. His name so covered in mud, he didn't know himself anymore. She never changed. She loved him, not the name, not the power it used to have. Him.
He held her as she finally asked for help. It was midnight. She'd woken screaming. "Please, can we see a mind healer?" she'd whispered tears falling from her caramel eyes.
He held her as she started working through her trauma, slowly started telling him about what had happened that last year while he'd been in school.
He held her as she healed, as the night terrors lessened. He knew they'd never disappear, but he'd always be here for her.
HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
She held him as he made something of his name, pulled himself from the labels they tried to stick to him.
She held him as they discussed their future, always at three in the morning when neither could sleep. She'd curl in his arms, or vice versa. The skin to skin contact only cementing their bond.
She held him as their whole lives changed again, for the better, as he got promotion after promotion. Not because of his name, not because of his blood status, but because of who he was.
She held him, as they fell asleep at night, finally having found some peace in their little world.