Touch Starved

Lets do it

Draco had been waking up from nightmares recently, feeling like he couldn't breathe. One night in particular he was panicking in his sleep, his arms moving to protect his face. You had woken and were trying to comfort him when his elbow came up and made contact with your chin, making you bite your lip. He woke up to the sight of you holding your mouth and blood seeped out.

"Oh my Merlin, y/n... did I do that?" He looked at his hands

"You accidentally elbowed me.. but it's okay it's just a small cut" you reached over to your wand, healing the bloody lip with a quick spell.

"What is going on with me?" He sighed into the night.

"You're having nightmares, and from the sounds of it, they're really bad. Did you want to maybe talk about them?" You asked him, putting your want back.

"I... I don't remember it. I feel like I wake up panicking but I can't remember what I am dreaming about. It's fuzzy" he rubbed his eyes with his hands.

"I am so sorry I hit you. I haven't done that before have I?" He reached out his hand to your face, his thumb touched lightly to your lip where the cut had been

"No, you haven't. I also got way too close and wasn't watching for your wicked elbow moves" you teased him, mocking his swinging elbows.

He looked still upset when you both woke up the next morning. You had nearly forgotten it even happened.

"I wish I could at least remember what I was dreaming about" he sighed as he noticed you carrying out the sheets which had gotten some blood on them.

"Draco. You have nearly choked to death just a few months ago" you sighed at him. He thought a lot, oftentimes way too much.

"Yea and crazy Pansy stabbed you in the shoulder with a bloody high heel but you're not punching me in your sleep" he crossed his arms

"I can start doing that if you'd like. Maybe a little uppercut will jog your memory of your dreams" you winked at him.

"I'm serious y/n, what if I'm dangerous or something?" He leaned against the wall closest to him, or tried, stumbling a little when he didn't stand as close as he thought.

"Oh yeah. So scary. Can't even stand there right" you teased him. "Besides, I do have nightmares. I keep having a recurring nightmare that you were the one being carried away on that stretcher. I just wake up and reach for you to make sure you're still there. I can maybe wake you up next time I have one so you feel better about yours if you'd like"

"Yes actually. I would like that." You smiled at him, maybe knowing he wasn't going crazy would make him feel better.

"We could always do that spell, the memory one Dumbledore used to always do. And see then, if you think maybe seeing what they are will help?" You offered, because honestly you kind of needed to know too. He thought for a few moments. Contemplating if that was the best idea.

"It may help us, help you work through them... just an idea." You finished bringing the sheets to the dryer. You came back to the living room where he watched the fire.

"Let's do it"