16 days under the influence (Draco x Harry)

Chapter 3:

*Third person p.o.v*

"Potter, put that light out!"

"I'm trying to do homework!"

"At 12am?!"

Potter rolled his eyes, letting his wand lose the light, and put away his book. "Fine. I'll let you win this one."

Silence from Draco's side of the bedroom.

"Hey! what do you mean by let me win?" Draco sat up in his bed, pulling out his wand, "Lumos."

"Malfoy, put that light out!"

Draco stared at him in disbelief. "I can't believe I have to spend the next 10 days with you." He spat, genuinely angry now.

Potter turned over in his bed, now facing Draco. Draco's glare only hardened when he saw the look on his face. "Oh, like you're my ideal roommate."

Draco huffed, not believing how annoying Potter was being.

He rolled over, placing his wand on his table.

"Stop breathing so loud!"

Draco's grip tightened on his duvet, trying his best to control himself from not walking over to Potter's bed and punch him till he was knocked out.

"Stop breathing.. At all!"

"Oh, Malfoy you are just.." Potter trailed off, and Draco could hear the clear frustration in his voice.

Deciding not to comment on it, Draco closed his eyes.

Damned Potter.

* * * * * *

"No, no, please."

Draco's eyes fluttered open.

"Please no."

He rubbed his eyes, lazily.

"Anything, I'll do anything!"

Draco sat up in his bed slowly, trying to understand what was going on.

Was Potter talking?

Squinting his eyes in the dim-lighting, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, looking at the other boy.

"Leave them alone." Potter demanded, sounding distressed.

Potter then mumbled something Draco couldn't quite catch, but he could hear Potter was still moving around in his bed.

"Potter?" He asked, his voice coming out hoarse. Potter had woken him up in the middle of the night — thrashing around in his bed, mind you — so Draco found himself in desperate need of water.

Potter whimpered, "Please! I'll do anything!"

Potter sounded so unbelievably hopeless, almost desperate, and Draco found himself progressively getting more and more worried.

"Potter? What are you talking about?" He got up, grabbed his wand just in case, and walked towards the distressed boy.

Finally being able to see his face; Potter was gasping for air, but his eyes were closed tightly.

Oh.

He was definitely having some sort of a nightmare.

And a realistic one at that, it seemed.

"Potter?" Draco tried again, more carefully.

"No! Please!"

Draco worriedly got a hold of Potter's arms, shaking him awake.