Harry was not good at being alone, alone meant that he was able to let his mind wander, and his mind often wandered into dangerous places, especially when he fell asleep. These places usually included the death of a loved one, and Voldemort.
The most recent repeating dream he's had starts with Sirius, his late godfather, and himself taking a stroll on Hogwarts grounds and they were talking like they used to. The topic never seemed terribly important, but then the calm atmosphere dissolved into the Forbidden Forest. It was dark, gloomy, and held an incredible foreboding feeling, just how he felt when facing Voldemort the previous May. Sirius and Harry stood about 10 feet from the Snake Man who appeared with the rest of the forest. Small beams of light from the glowing moon above shadowed Sirius's face; the so called hero was glued to the spot he stood. He watched as his godfather turned to him his lips forming words, but no sound coming out, one more second and a whip cracked as Voldemort yelled the killing curse, murdering another member of his family before he bolted up in bed in a heavy cold sweat.
After one night when this nightmare came to him three times in a row he decided he had enough and thought he'd roam the halls. He could, being Head Boy, and abusing the privilege so he didn't have to see Voldemort would be okay with Headmistress. So, he slipped on some jeans, a long sleeved shirt green shirt, a Weasley sweater, dark brown moccasins, and his Gryffindor cloak, grabbed his wand and left.
Wandering around on the 7th floor, he decided to check out his old friend: the Room of Requirement.
Harry saw the large wooden door form while he was at the beginning of the hallway and at least fifty feet away from it. "Maybe...there is something I need…"
When he approached the entrance he glanced around to make sure he was alone and then walked in. Harry stepped into a large bedroom. It obviously belonged to someone organized, who loved plush objects. The room was lavish and warm, not only in temperature, it was welcoming and it almost made him want to sleep again. Warm accents of burgundys, and browns set the perfect mood while the fireplace flickered with an orangey glow covering half of the room.
The room adorned dark oak furniture such as the four poster bed, nightstands, mantle, coffee table, and dresser. The coffee table rested in front of a soft red love seat with matching arm chairs, one of them looked like his favorite one in the Gryffindor common room.
Harry let the atmosphere wash over him as he felt himself walk to the large bed as if drawn to it. He collapsed onto the plush white comforter and the silver velveteen duvet on top, the only thing that seemed out of place amongst the warm pigment of the room. He snuggled under the covers, putting his wand and glasses on the night table prior. Viridian eyes lulled as sleep called to him, but just as he was about to slip into unconsciousness he felt arms slide around his middle possessively.
"Hello there, this is my room." The voice said with a chuckle, lightly attaching his lips to the raven's neck.
"Sorry to disappoint you, Draco." Harry's tired voice mumbled while he turned around in Malfoy's thin arms, "Nightmares."
"Again?"
"They never stop, Dragon." He whined.
Draco pulled him close into an embrace forcing Harry to tuck his head in his neck. "Then I'll fight them away, Pet."
The Gryffindor smiled and hummed happily as he slipped into a sweet sleep.
Hi, yet another prompt from one of my friends at school.
No, I have no idea whether that is real Draco or Room of Requirement Draco. Whichever you prefer.
(: Hope you like, drop in ideas if you have them!
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