I looked into her eyes, so like my own. They swirled with hues of green, and all I wanted was to get to her. I reached out my hand, but the harder I tried to grab her, the further she became. Darkness twisted around us, she was screaming now. I couldn't take it, it was piercing, I had to get away, I couldn't save her, I—

"Harry!"

I could faintly hear the echo of my screams bouncing back to us. Draco climbed up on the bed, clad only in a silk robe, and took me into his arms. His hand danced around my head soothingly, fingers intertwining with my dark locks. I didn't even notice until a drop fell on my glasses but, I was crying. My hands went instinctively to my face, wiping them away. I could feel Draco's hot breath as he exhaled into my hair.

"Couldn't sleep?"

"No." Draco usually expounded upon things more, but he didn't tonight and I didn't ask him. Something in the air felt thick. Draco slid back off the bed, picking up a glass of fire whiskey. He twirled it, the ice cubes slowly melting against the glass. He sat then, in the chair next to the bed. I scooted closer, waiting for him to say something else, but he just gazed into the fireplace in front of the bed. I felt like a child, shifting uncomfortably. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore.

"H-hey"

He looked at me, but it was as if he wasn't there.

"Draco, are you feeling well?"

He chuckled softly, twirling his glass once more.

"I should be asking you that, aye? Those nightmares are rather frequent but nonetheless disturbing. I hate to see you plagued so."

I swallowed, twisting the bedsheets over in my fingers. "I'm used to it."

Draco shook his head, "Don't get used to it."

"What?"

"I said don't get used to it. Sure, allow them to be, allow yourself to make peace with it. But don't ever feel it's normal, or should be commonplace. It's not normal, we're not normal," his voice was escalating. "What we've been through is not normal!" He slammed his drink on the table.

"You have them, too."

He seemed to melt into the fabric, but I could feel him bore into me with a gaze so sharp it could cut air.

"I do."

"Draco, I'm sorry, I—"

"What could you be sorry for? You were the savior, the 'Chosen One,' I was a mere rat used as a pawn in a game I didn't realize I couldn't win."

"Don't call me that!"

"Damnit, Harry!" He threw the glass of fire whiskey at the wall, the glass shattering, falling haphazardly about the carpet. "You just don't get it!"

"I'm the only one who does get you, Draco! Remember? You said so yourself!" I buried my face in my hands. "You said it was us, you said it was us against everyone, remember?"

As I lifted my head I could see his eyes, glistening, recalling the moment I spoke of. The winter chill had laid its blanket upon London, and as we mused over our hot cocoa in that bitter wind, he'd looked over to me and said those words. I'd never forget them so long as I lived.

He fell towards me, crashing into me with force. I could smell the liquor on his breath. I held his face in my hands.

"We were boys Draco, children."

He wept openly, freely, his body shaking in my grasp.

"I never wanted to hurt anyone, I just wanted to make my father proud!" He was shouting into the crook of my neck, his snot mixing with his saliva. I placed a hand in his hair, stroking the blond locks softly, slowly.

"I know."

"That kind of pressure…" he trailed off.

"Is enough to break you," I finished.

"Harry…" his voice was barely above a whisper as he lay atop me, my arms holding him gently.

"Please, be mine."

My breath caught in my throat. I still hadn't put together what our relationship was, what it meant for me. I couldn't stop lying to myself anymore though, because the one truth I could grasp onto… was that I deeply cared for this man. I cared for him in a way I had never cared for anyone else in my life. And so when he spoke those words, I did what felt natural. I placed a hand on his face, wiping away his stray tears, and then I pulled his collar down until his face met mine. And then, I answered his question the only way I knew how. I pushed my lips against his, gently at first. Then, as the moment struck him, he returned the kiss. He searched for my mouth in the candlelight, hungrily, desperately. His fingers found the buttons of my night shirt and began to pry them open. I sat up, Draco straddling my hips. I let the shirt fall off behind me.

I could see his hands and he was trembling.

Those hands searched my torso, pushing me back down. I could feel his fingertips graze against my nipples and I could feel the blood rushing to my groin. He kissed down my stomach, landing at the top of my striped pajama pants.

"Are you okay?" He asked breathily.

All I could do was nod.

He gripped the top of my bottoms in his teeth, dragging them down to my ankles. The air felt cool as my body became more exposed. I instinctively reached down a hand to cover my erection, embarrassment washing over me. Draco put his hand on top of mine, smiling up at me.

"It's okay, I promise, I've got you."

His voice was comforting, and I was so wrapped up in the look he was giving me, I hardly noticed when his hand started to stroke my erection. "Ahh…" My breath hitched, the moan came from somewhere deep within me. I chanced a glance down, just in time to see him take my dick into his mouth. My body tensed as I focused on the feeling of his tongue swirling around it, his lips sucking gently every time he hit the head again. I caved, I let it take me over. Without a thought I grabbed his hair in my hand, evenly thrusting into his mouth. His hands gripped my thighs, a garbled sound emitting from his throat as my cock hit the back of it.

"God, Fuck." I was panting, sweat accumulating across my body.

Draco lifted his head, mouth dripping saliva and pre cum. "You like it, then?"

"I love yo—it. I love it."

Draco's face was puzzled but before he could say anything, I forced his mouth back on my cock. Tears filled his eyes as I fucked his mouth. "Nny-ah f-" My pace quickened, I could feel him gagging on me. "I'm gonna cum, fuck." And just like that, I released months of pent up sexual tension. I couldn't breathe, I grinned at him and collapsed on the bed. He wiped his mouth on a discarded shirt, crawling into bed next to me.

"Where did that come from?" He looked equal parts confused and pleased.

"I don't know, you just…do something to me." I paused, feeling concerned, I then half shouted, "was it not good?!"

Draco started to giggle, and then, he laughed. It was a hysterical, belly kind of laugh.

"No, no—you were perfect." He kissed my forehead, snuggling up against my naked body.

We lay there, facing each other for some time. I watched until I couldn't see his eyes anymore, and then I let sleep take me over-wondering how strange and beautiful my life had become.