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Draco Malfoy was sleeping peacefully in his boyfriend's arms, one arm holding him against his chest, the other thrown across Draco's chest. However, a sudden jolt woke him, quickly followed by another. He woke up slowly, looking around in confusion.
In the dim silvery light of the moon, he could see Harry's body, which was twitching and flinching sporadically.
Draco sighed. This was a common happening for both of them. Even though the war had ended years ago, the horrors they had endured still came back in their sleep sometimes. And after they had joined the Aurors, it had become all the more worse. When a person spent his days seeing the worst things people could do to each other, it was bound to leave a mark on him. And it was worse for Harry, who oftentimes wondered if his defeat of Voldemort had actually changed anything if people still kept killing each other.
"Fred," Harry murmured. Draco groaned. These were the worst nights, when he dreamt of the people who had died in the Final Battle. It reminded him too much of Cedric Diggory, and the fact that he had been helpless to save them all from dying in front of him.
"Fred, I'm sorry," Harry moaned in his sleep. "I did all I could. I'm sorry!"
"Harry, it's okay, no one blames you," Draco whispered soothingly. "It wasn't your fault."
"Rookwood," Harry sobbed out, wrestling with the covers in his agitated state. Draco could see the tears streaming down his face.
"It's okay Harry, we got him. He's in Azkaban. He can never kill anyone again. It's okay," Draco repeated again and again, trying to soothe Harry.
"Draco!" Harry's eyes shot open, filled with fear.
"Right here Harry."
"He's not out there any longer?"
"You made sure of it. You got them all off the streets."
"I don't – I can't – Why is it that one of the few times we managed to catch a Death Eater before he took out a few more Muggleborns is the one that still haunts me?" Harry asked, covering his face in frustration.
"He caused the death of one of your closest friends, Harry. It's natural that you're afraid that he's still out there, that he'll return to hurt more of the people that you love. Just because you know, logically, that he's in Azakaban and won't be able to get out while he's alive doesn't mean you aren't still afraid."
"I want to go to Fred's grave tomorrow," Harry said after a long pause.
"Whatever you want." Draco adjusted himself so that he was lying on his back. Harry placed his neck on Draco's neck, letting himself be soothed by the unique scent of his boyfriend, reveling in the knowledge that he was safe.
"Sometimes I worry that the nightmares will destroy me," Harry said into the silence that filled the room.
"I'll be there for you if it does," Draco promised, turning himself so that he was the one holding Harry in his arms.
"I love you," Harry whispered, closing his eyes, the feeling of Draco's arms around him lulling him back to sleep.
Both knew that this wouldn't be the last time one of them was woken up by the other's nightmares. They were too haunted by their own demons and pasts. But for the moment, they tried to regain what little rest they could. They would face their life one night at a time.
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HP Potions Competition, Death-Cap Draught
Florence and the Machine Challenge, Only If For The Night
Gemstones Competition, Fluorite
Greenhouses Competition, Mandrake
6 Senses Competition, Shadows (sight)
Fantastic Beasts challenge, Hungarian Horntail
Holidays Competition, Memorial Day/Veteran's Day
House Points Competition, Quote - Love isn't what makes the world go around, love is what makes it worth the ride
Ministry of Magic Song Competition, The Phoenix Lament
The If You Dare Challenge, Prompt 503. Night
OTP Bootcamp, Prompt 25. Nightmare
Slash/Femmeslash Bootcamp, Prompt 46. Comfort