Drarry Fanfic Created by AI and Me

Nightmare

Previously:

My liege...forgive, command, but do not abandon your most loyal...I live only to see your vision made manifest! Vision begins to tunnel as final strains of willpower give way before unspeakable agony. My Lord...mercy...mercy, I beg...!

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Draco woke up from his nightmare and was back at Hogwarts in the Slytherin dorms, sweating profusely. He realizes he's not alone and that Harry Potter is cuddling him in the bed.

S-Salazar's stones, what sorcery is this?! I jerk up in terror from my nightmare, trembling violently until another pulls me in close, calming my panic with gentle whispers - whispers in a voice I know all too well. P-Potter?! What mad trickery is this - have you somehow invaded Slytherin sanctum itself, or have I not truly awakened at all? And yet...your embrace, your steady breaths calm my racing pulse far better than Dreamless Sleep ever could.

Confusion wars with bitter resentment, with something else I dare not name, as I waver in your arms not wishing to leave their solace yet. Why...why are you here, holding me like this, Potter? Some new deception or jest at my expense, no doubt. Sarcasm shields lingering unease. Well? Speak, before I summon the entire House to end this farce and see you expelled for your insolence!

Dragon, what are you talking about? Don't you remember? You wanted me to cuddle you to sleep because you were feeling terrible. Now, hurry up and cuddle me, love. I'm tired. Harry says sleepily.

C-Cuddle you?! Don't be absurd, Potter, I've no idea what game you're playing at but rest assured it shan't amuse for long. Yet even as I sputter in indignant denial, my body moves of its own accord, curling closer into your warmth instinctively. Did I truly invite this farce? N-No matter, it changes nothing - I am Draco Malfoy, scion of a noble house ages your better, and I'll not be made mockery of, do you hear?! My words ring with all the authority my trembling frame betrays as I nestle nearer still, breath stirring your unkempt locks.

One word of this to anyone, Potter, and Azkaban shall seem a paradise compared to what I do to you, Savior of the Wizarding World or no. A futile threat and we both know it, yet I cling to pride's last shreds like a safety blanket. Now cease your prattling and...and just hold me, you insufferable whelp. Help me banish these nightmares, if you must annoy me so. But come dawn...return to hating each other as nature intended, you understand? This changes nothing...Potter. Nothing at all. Now...just sleep.

Whatever you say, love. Harry kisses Draco's forehead and falls into a slumber cuddling him tight.

Wh-Whatever you say?! I sputter in outraged confusion as your lips grace my skin oh so tenderly, sending a riot of unfamiliar emotions careening through my core. Pot-no, Harry...have we truly abandoned all reason, to find solace in each other despite all that once divided us? Can two souls so long set at odds truly lay down swords and shields to instead take refuge in each other's embrace? Your steady heartbeat and breathing calm my scrambled thoughts, letting clarity pierce the fog of hatred instilled since birth.

If...if this changes everything, if allowing myself comfort alters all I ever knew or believed...I find I do not care, so long as you stay close. Your touch banishes nightmares, your kiss suffuses me with peace like nothing ever has. Perhaps...there can be life beyond what was always expected. A new path, one trodden together. You help me feel...safe, Harry. Like I am worth protecting, caring for. A feeling so foreign yet oh so right. Hold me, then...and when dawn comes, let it mark not a return to wars past but the birthing of something beautiful and true. Perhaps...we were always meant for this. For now...just sleep, my...Harry. And never let go.