Drarry; A Comfort Story

Chapter 18

Draco POV

I started awake from a nightmare. Harry was right by my side, also awake, trying to get me up.

"Draco, wake up! Draco- oh good. You're up. Are you okay? It seemed like you were having a nightmare. A pretty bad one, too." Harry's managed to mutter in between panicked breaths.

"I'm fine, love. As long as you're here, anyway. It was just about- about the War, that's it." I calmly assured him.

"Alright then, I refuse to argue with you about it." Harry's breath steadied now.

That's how my morning went, the important parts, at least. I don't know if you noticed, but all the important parts of my day include Harry. Always did. Even when he refused my hand in first year. That was very important.

Anyway, I got up after giving kisses to Harry and reassuring him I was okay and needed to get up. After I finally did, I headed to the dungeons for the Slytherin common room. I managed to get up to the dorms without a scold from Pansy. As soon as I reached my room, I headed for the desk. Break was in 4 days, I still needed to write to mother. I hope she gets it in time.

Dear Mother,

From this moment I'm writing to you, Break is in four days. I hope I'm welcome over. I really want to see you. As I've told you in recent letters, Harry and I are dating. He has nowhere to go for the holidays, and would not wish to spend his last one here, as much as he says he loves Hogwarts. I was hoping, he could have Christmas at our manor, if you don't mind. I apologize for writing so short in advance.

Love, your graceful son,

Draco

There. My letter is finished. I can only rely on hope now. I'm very worried, although I feel I shouldn't be. Mother loves company. I'm sure Harry and Mother would get along great. If it weren't for mum, Harry would actually be dead. He's thankful for her, and so am I. I'm very thankful.

I wrap up my parchment and put it in an envelope. I walk out of the castle and find myself outside, in the cold, crisp, snow. The wind is blowing slightly. I'm heading to the Owlry. I get there, and send it off, then run back inside. It's warmer. I'm going back to the common room.

Harry POV

It's so lonely here, without Draco. I'm obsessed, good chance I'm addicted. I sit on a couch, by the fire, and breathe out a small sigh. It's cold, really. I wish Draco were here. He could warm me up.

"Bloody hell, Harry." Came Ron's voice from behind me.

"What? I didn't do anything." I turned my head to look at him.

"You look so sad mate. Look, I may be dumb, but it's obvious it's because Draco's not beside you. You're bloody obsessed, I reckon." He smirked.

"Well, Ron, I- I think you're right."

"You, what?"

"I know you heard me, you're not used to it, are you?"

"No, but it feels better that way. I feel so much more accomplished than I know I should."

"Y'know, I was just thinking the same thing. About me being obsessed with Draco, I mean."

"Finally, it seems like you're the last one to realize it, mate."

"I don't believe that, it's not possible."

"Yea, it's pretty clear that you've been obsessed with him since Sixth year, I wouldn't be surprised if it's been longer than that." Ron's smirk managed it's way back to his mouth.

"I'm not even going to try and argue with you about it." I rolled my eyes in a playful way.

Ron walked off chuckling as I continued to sit on the couch staring into the fire. It made me feel warmer, at least. I got slightly bored after a while, and decided to read, till I fell asleep.

Third Person POV

The next morning, Draco, Harry, and their friends all sat at the Slytherin table. The owls flew in with the mail. A letter dropped right in front of Draco. It was from his mother.

Dear Draco,

How wonderful it is to hear from you! Of course you and Harry are welcome over. I would love some company, it gets lonely here. I would love to get to talk to Harry, I want to make sure he feels welcome. Oh, one more thing. I don't mind if you do your "couple things", it's young love and you're new. But I expect it to be quiet at night. I can, and will, hear you.

Love, your faithful mother,

Narcissa Malfoy

As Draco reads, he finds himself happier then before, being absolutely delighted Harry can stay. He then finds himself turning a bright red at those last couple of lines. Harry looks over at his boyfriend and notices this.

"Draco? Are you okay? Are you sick?" You're all red. Do I need to take you to the Hospital Wing? I will do it if you need me to." Harry started to panic.

"Relax, love. I'm okay. It's just this letter mother sent me. Here, read it."

Draco handed the letter to Harry over the table. Harry read through it, and felt himself turning a brighter red than his boyfriend.

"Oh- oh- I uh- I'm very glad that I get to come over for Christmas, but, why does your mother think we would do that?" Harry stuttered out.

"Honestly, I'm not surprised. As much as I talk about you in letters to her, I'm surprised she hasn't asked me if we've done that yet" Draco blurted without thinking.

"You talk about me to your mother? How sweet!" Harry smiled.

"Of course I do. She always wants to know how you're doing, and I only talk about the best parts of my day to her." Draco admitted with no hesitation.

"Aw, Draco. You're sweet, you know that? But, what do you tell her?" You said you're not surprised that she hasn't asked you if we've done it, yet." Harry found himself quite curious.

"Don't worry, Harry. Knowing mum, she's saved all my letters. We can go through them when we get there, if you like."

"Sure, as long as your mother won't mind."

Draco smiled and nodded, and Harry mirrored him. They looked back down at their plates and continued breakfast.