Draco's pained moans stirred Harry from his slumber. He was all too familiar with these nocturnal torments that haunted his beloved more frequently than himself. He pulled Draco closer, his arms wrapped around him in a protective embrace.
"It's all right, I'm right here," he whispered softly, his warm breath brushing against Draco's ear.
Draco's eyes snapped open, terror etched across his face, and Harry could feel the frantic rhythm of his heart beneath his palm.
"Don't be afraid," Harry reassured him, his voice laced with genuine concern. "What was it this time?"
Draco sighed, the same recurring nightmare still haunting him. In his dream, the Death Eaters had taken Harry, leaving Draco paralysed by guilt and horror.
"I don't deserve you," Draco muttered, his voice trembling. "You're too good for someone like me. You're a hero of the wizarding world, and I'm a former Death Eater. Why would you choose to be with me? What happens when your friends turn their backs on you because of me?"
"Enough of that," Harry interjected firmly. "You've proven time and again that you're not the person you once were. If anyone can't accept us, they're not worth our time."
Draco struggled to believe it, but Harry's unwavering support was a lifeline he desperately clung to.
"Why did you choose me?" Draco asked, his eyes searching Harry's.
"Draco, I love you. You've always been the one for me," Harry said, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm serious about us, and I want to spend my life with you. So, Draco Malfoy, will you marry me?"
