Touch Starved

Get over here

The next afternoon there was a knocking at your door, you answered it smiling at Harry who was still wearing his work clothes.

"Hey Harry, Thank you for coming. I would normally just come see you but..." you started

"It's an emergency?" he continued, peeking around to Draco who stood in the living room.

"Uh... yeah. Come in?" you held the door open to him.

"What's going on? Are you guys okay?" He looked at Draco, whose sleepless eyes gave him away.

"Yes" you spoke

"No" Draco said at the same time. You sighed. "I nearly killed her"

"No you didn't" you insisted

"Wait, slow down. What happened?" Harry asked.

"And then he snapped out of it... He didn't even remember what happened" you finished telling Harry the story.

"Oh wow, and this was last night?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, around 2 am actually" You had only noticed the time because you had stayed up since, Draco refused to sleep worried it would happen again.

"Do you recall if you were dreaming at all Draco?" Harry asked, looking at Draco whose head hung low.

"Uhh.. maybe something? I remember looking at my mother, who was standing in our old living room whispering something to me. I can't remember at all what she was actually saying though. It was like my ears were ringing. Then I woke up and y/n was on the floor" he sighed.

"Have you had this dream before?" Harry continued his questions

"No, not this one"

"Okay. Maybe we should talk to Mcgonigal after all, maybe she can help you. Is there anyway this is one of those memories you can't remember manifesting into your dreams?"

"Oh... I don't know maybe. This is the only one that seems like it could happen..."

"Okay, I will write Minerva when I get home. I would recommend getting some sleep now though. You look a right mess" he smiled trying to break the tension.

"I can't... what if I hurt her?" he tried hard not to watch you and you stared at him.

"I can take care of you. Now that I know what to expect, I can maybe use some kind of magic to keep us both safe" you insisted.

"And stay up all night? That's not fair to you..." he picked at the button on his dress shirt.

'Well that do you propose then?" you cocked your head at him

"Lock me up... Until we can figure out what's going on" he looked at Harry now, ignoring your face as it dropped.

"There is no fucking way." you crossed your arms.

"I am sorry Draco. We can't do that. There isn't as much room as Azkaban right now... besides, that's a little extreme don't you think?" he watched intently between you.

"I nearly killed my fiance and you think I am over reacting?" a little anger rolled out with his words.

"But you didn't almost kill me" you sat down, staring at him. What was he trying to do? He shot his eyes to you.

"Do you know what I would do if I had? Do you know what would happen if I snapped out of it and you were gone? I wouldn't be able to keep going... I just... I can't" he shook his head.

"That's why I believe you won't. You may have been that Draco, but that Draco couldn't kill me as much as you can. You know that" He had told you many times about that night, with Dumbledore at the tower, how he just could not kill him. How the idea of taking a life made him sick. He didn't say anything else, he felt like he had no words.

"Listen..." you broke the silence. "How about we put away your wand at night. Somewhere only I know. And we can take shifts sleeping. Until we know this won't happen again, who knows... maybe it was just a long day and it may never happen again"

He looked at you, his eyes glossed over.

"I couldn't live with myself if I hurt you. You're all I have left" he sniffled.

"Well good thing I am not going anywhere then hey" you cracked a small smile at him "you're fucking stuck with me. Remember?"

A light laugh left his body, music to your ears.

"You're impossible," he chuckled.

"Says you, stubborn ass" you winked.

"I can also drop off something to help you." Harry spoke finally "its a potion that renders the drinker unable to use magic for 12 hours... If you're really worried about hurting her Draco, you can take it for a couple nights so if something does happen. Y/n can use magic to defend herself, and you won't be able to use a wand."

"What if I hurt her otherwise? Without magic?" He asked

"Because Hogwarts Draco was kind of a punk" you raised your brows at him "Can you imagine him trying to do anything without magic"

"Hey" he squinted at you "Rude" You and Harry both laughed.

"She's kinda right Draco. You were kind of a bitch"

-

Harry had managed to get you some of the potion that evening, which you were thankful for because you were both completely exhausted. While he was getting ready for bed, you hid the wand. Tucked it away somewhere only you knew, just in case. You came back as he sat on the edge of the bed. Looking at the potion.

"Do you think it had any side effects?" he asked

"I don't think so? I think Harry might have warned us if it did" you shrugged. He just nodded, running his fingers over the glass.

"I am going to be a muggle... for the next 12 hours..."

"Hm.. I guess I didn't think about that..."

"It's ironic isn't it? The one thing I hated most in the word for so long... And now for a short time I will be one.. And 12 hours in a long time"

"I think we can find something to do to make up the time" you bit your lip at him. He laughed a low, rumbling laugh.

"Do you ever think of anything else?" He looked at you as you walked to him. You unbuttoned the top of your cotton pajama shirt.

"Nope..." you looked at him, then at the potion.

"Good" he said, opening it and tossing back his head while drinking it. His face gave away the taste, it must have been awful. He made a yuck noise, looking at the now empty bottle.

"Thats rank!" he shivered.

"Maybe you need to taste something else to make it go away" you blushed.

"What do you...." he started, his jaw dropped into a wicked smile, he chuckled. "Get over here"