Blaise sat up, his ears perking at the unusual sound in the dark of his bedchamber. Hogwarts, he belatedly remembered.
In the deep darkness of the night, someone was sobbing - the sound painfully clear over the basso rumble of Goyle's snores.
Blaise turned his head slightly, focusing on the sound. That was Draco's bed, wasn't it? He nodded absently, chiding himself - Theo'd have warded his bed against noise, his dreams were often unquiet things full of black and blood. And Crabbe slept so well it was a trial to wake him in the morning.
Blaise pulled his curtains soundlessly aside, and then stepped onto the stone floor with a deliberate thump, walking as noisily as one can across the floor towards Draco's bed. "Bad dream?" He asked quietly, standing beside Draco's curtain.
Draco Malfoy pulled back the curtain, his face pale enough that it might have been blue, and his eyes seemed like dark grey tunnels, as he looked at his friend. He slowly shook his head, negating. Blaise's own breath caught at that admission. Something had to be truly wrong, utterly wrong, for Draco to be sobbing...
"Anything you can share?" Blaise asked carefully, quietly.
"Nothing you'd believe," Draco Malfoy said, turning away, and only belatedly remembering to pull the curtain shut in dismissal.
With an uneasy shrug, Blaise returned to his bed, spending the rest of the night staring up at the cloth-shrouded ceiling.
What was so unbelievably awful?
[a/n: Bittersweet dreams - the kind you wake wanting to fall back into. This may seem like they're just roommates, but they're both exhibiting trust toward each other, in a rather Slytherin sort of way.]