Forget Me Not - Draco Malfoy x Reader

3. Nightmares

        TW//mention of/and r@pe

The sleep I got that night was probably the worst nights' sleep I've ever gotten. I was in my old childhood home, my mothers home. I walked through the halls staring at everything, remembering all of the good memories. I heard a laugh behind me, and I turned around to see a faceless figure. They were fairly tall, and by the build of their body, I assumed it was a male. He grabbed my hand and we walked out the front door. There in front of me was a black Mercedes, shiny, like it had been freshly polished. The faceless man gestured for me to go in before him, and I obliged. Inside of the car was even more expensive-looking than the outside. Inside, the seats were a deep maroon-red, almost like a wine. It smelled like wine as well, and you could tell it was a rich persons car.

          The dream changed, and all of a sudden, I was underneath another faceless man, who clearly wasn't the same, yet he slightly resembled the other man. I had the recollection of begging and crying for this man to stop, but he didn't, and in that moment, I knew what was happening. This must be because of what happened on the train. I thought. It must be. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. The man on top of me put his hand over my mouth to cover it, to stop me from screaming for help. I knew then what I had to do. I bit down as hard as I could. So hard that I could taste it, I could taste the blood. He yelped in surprise, not expecting me to fight back. I got up and ran as fast as I could, but he was faster. He grabbed me by my wrist and yanked me back toward the bed, but right then, I was shaken awake by Amelia.

          "Honey, are you alright?! You were whimpering and whispering 'no', what were you dreaming about?" She asked, like a panicked mother. "I...uh...don't wanna talk about it." I said, shakily. She kissed my forehead gently. She nodded, like she was agreeing. "Ok, that's perfectly fine honey." She smiled serenely. I felt my forehead, and I felt a thick sheen of sweat, beading on my head, eyebrows, and hairline. I smiled back at her, but excused myself to the restroom. When I entered the restroom, I sighed heavily, looking at myself in the mirror. My whole body was covered in sweat, and where you couldn't see skin, you could see sweat marks. "...just lovely..." I mutter to myself. Why did I have that dream...it couldn't mean anything...could it? All of these questions ran through my mind, but I could never come up with a solid answer for any of them. I decided to take a shower, realising how bad I would smell if I went to bed like this.

          When I was done showering, I figured it would be best for me to sleep on one of the couches, rather than my bed, since it was super sweaty and I didn't want any more nightmares. I lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling, listening to the sounds of the popping and crackling fire, but my attention is drawn towards something...or someone else, sitting on the other sofa, appearing out of thin air. "Nightmare, was it?" The familiar cool voice asked, but it sounded even more cold for some odd reason. "You heard?" I asked, kinda irked at Amelia for telling. "Yeah, what was it about? If you don't mind me asking." He said, matter-of-factly. I decided what I should tell him, debating whether or not I should even tell him. "I don't feel comfortable...disclosing the...details, if that's alright." I say, trying to sound more tough than I felt. I know it was just a dream, yet it felt so...real. He scoffed. "Whatever, it's your fucked up mind." He said acidically. "Malfoy, don't be such a dick! If you had a dream about you being forced to have se-" My hand moved faster than my mind. My eyes also did, they were wide in horror before I even spilled. His face changed in the dim firelight. "Oh...I, uh...I'm sorry I asked." He got up and left, just like that. I nodded, my mouth drawing into a tight line. I sat in the darkness and thought. That's it, I just thought. Eventually, I got bored and tired of thinking, so I closed my eyes and laid there, wallering, tossing, and turning on the small sofa.

           I don't know what time I woke up, but I knew it was too late for any classes, or I just didn't care, one of the two. I sat in the common room for hours, deliberating with myself over why the dream had such a strong impact on me. The only time I got up was to use the restroom when Pansy "accidentally" spilled water on me, making me remember that it'd been over 12 hours since I'd last gone. As soon as I entered the restroom, I heard sexual noises, noises that shouldn't be heard in the set location. I waited in one of the stalls, 'cause I had nothing else better to do, and I wanted to see who it was. I eventually heard the door creak open, and I peered through the crack in the stall door. I regret looking...but I saw Amelia...with someone who was not her boyfriend.