Hi there! :) So I totally wanted to put another chapter out before my crazy week got started. It isn't too long, but it way longer than the last one. Here is some insight to Draco's softer side. Enjoy!

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, so small amounts of fluff

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter nor do I make profit from writing this piece of work

A/N: Italics are for flashbacks/nightmares and thoughts

There was yelling, and flashes of lights streaming across his vision. The smell of dead bodies, of blood; filled his sense and made him almost sick to his stomach. There was so much going on, his eyes could barely keep up. His shot his offense in every direction, trying to save those who were struggling; trying to save those who deserved to live – maybe even those who didn't. The dark sky matched his feelings as he fought for the lives of his loved ones. His did not matter as long as he could save those who deserved to live. He'd already lost so much and flashes of their faces flew across his mind as he made his way through the battle; still desperately searching for the one who he needed to face. HE was waiting for him, his own little game of cat and mouse. Harry knew he'd fallen for it many a time, but no more.

"Harry!" Swiftly turning around, he almost lost his stomach at the sight of Hermione's internal organs ripping their way out of her body. His eyes were struck open in horror as another scream had him turning the other direction. Ron's body became lacerated to the point of his limbs detaching from his axial skeleton. Vomiting, the tears started to pour down in his face as everywhere he looked; someone he had cared for died before his eyes in the most brutal of ways. No swift death was given, even to him. Hearing the sound of deep laughter, he looked up. Voldemort stood before him, wand pointed right at his scar. He ignored the burning on his face, the pain from watching the death of everything he'd known numbing him.

"The Boy Who Lived has finally fallen at my feet. Victory of the Wizarding World is mine."

"No! Please don't! I'll die instead, just don't!" Draco swiftly pulled Harry into his arms, his body shaking and attempting to throw off whatever was holding him down.

"It's over, Harry. The war is over, and you're safe." Draco whispered straight into Harry's ear, attempting to reach him as swiftly as possible. The room was already ruined, tapestries torn, glass broken from the backlash of Harry's emotional magic. Harry continued to thrash, sobbing and screaming for them to kill him instead and just leave everyone alive.

"It's not fair! It's not fair! It should have been me, it should have always been me!" The horrid sound of pain and remorse left Harry's raw throat in his sobbing. Draco felt himself shaking just as bad as he held him, stroking every inch of skin he could reach.

"Life isn't fair, you know better than most. You had done everything you could; now all you can do is live." Harry turned and clung to Draco, shaking and sobbing in silence now. Draco ran his fingers through Harry's messy, sweat soaked hair; mumbling terms of affection and comfort. It was hard watching him like that many times a week. Though when certain memories were spiked or the anniversary of the war came about; those nightmares made the worst nights.

"Rest, Raven. I will be here to ward off the nightmares, I promise." Harry continued to shake but his sobs had died down; his magic slowly pulling back inside of him. His face was pressed into Draco's chest. All he could register was the calming scent that Draco seemed to give off at times like this; it was very soothing to him. It pulled him back into sleep, with no more nightmares waiting for him within his slumber. Draco was still shaking, holding and stroking Harry in comfort; as much for himself as him. It was hard, knowing Harry relived everything that happened during the war almost every time he closed his eyes. Draco had killed, it was necessary at times. Not that he enjoyed it, or relished it. Survival was survival, no matter who had an opinion. Closing his eyes to finally go to sleep, knowing Harry would be safe, he pretended to not notice the silent tears that fell from his eyes as he pressed his face into Harry's hair in rest.

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Morning came sooner than either would have liked, the sun peeking through the curtains that were spell-timed to open once the sun hit them. Draco was overly groggy, having only slept a handful of hours. Harry had woken to other times, shaking and sobbing; though his magic had stayed calm. He placed a few soft kisses along Harry's face, stroking his hand through the messy locks that lay scattered over a lightly feminine face he knew so well. These were the times he liked, early morning where he could just stare at his Raven without question or suspicion. A small little flutter in his chest made him clear his throat softly; maybe he needed to get more rest. Placing one softer kiss on Harry's lips, he got up and headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day. Harry waited until he heard the bathroom door shut before slowly opening his eyes. His fingers brushed softly over his lips with a slightly sad smile. He never told Draco that he woke up before him and waited for those affectionate, free will touches he received. He didn't want to lose them; they gave him a good way to start his day. Knowing that if Draco ever found out, it could get bad; he rolled over on his stomach to press his face into Draco's pillow. He wasn't as bad as Harry thought he might be; he knew that he could have been given to someone a lot worse. It was difficult bowing down to someone, when he knew he should stand tall. Nuzzling his face, he felt the sick feeling rise in his stomach again. The nightmares; they were the worse part about surviving the war. It was the worst part of every part of his life. He'd become use to living in a house with a man who killed his parents; even becoming civil enough to have daily conversations. He'd even adjusted to seeing the men who killed his loved ones, even as going as far as to being courteous to some of them; unless he rather in punished in return. Knowing that Draco would be done soon, he sat up in bed; reaching for his glasses in a lazy manner as he rubbed his sleepy eyes. He never went to his meeting with Voldemort last night, hopefully he would understand and not be angry.

'Maybe he'll go out into the garden today if I ask!' Harry thought excitedly, remembering the things Draco gave him permission for yesterday. Feeling the small twinge in his lower back as he moved, he flushed when he remembered last night. He always blushed, even almost after two years of it. It wasn't something he could get over well, especially since Draco had been the first person he ever slept with; not that he'd told Draco that. It seemed to make him more possessive thinking someone had had him before. Calming his face, he gave Draco a soft smile when he entered the room. He always looked so refined in the mornings. Showered, hair styled, clothes neatly pressed. He wore black slacks, with a crisp white button down shirt under a black robe. It all made his beautiful silver eyes stand out on ly more. Flushing when he thought Draco was beautiful, he gave Draco a shy smile.

"Thank you, for last night." His soft voice, slightly hoarse from his screams, rang out in the silence of the room. Draco gave him a swift nod, letting Harry know he'd pulled his mask on already for the day.

"No need to thank me, my Raven. It is my duty to care for you." Harry felt his stomach sink a bit, but nodded his acceptance. Draco ignored the small twinge in his gut at Harry's disappointment.

"I have many meetings today. Wispy will bring you your allowed clothes after you have bathed, I will be back later this evening hopefully."

"Of course, Master. Have a good day." Draco gave a swift nod before leaving the rooms, causing Harry to look back down at his lap. Seems that Draco was gone again, and 'Master' was back.

There ya go! :) Next chapter will be Voldemort's take on Harry's nightmare because they are still connected & a softer side not many see to our Dark Lord! -R.F.