Drarry One Shots

Fear Doesn't Mean You're Weak (Request)

Hey dude I'm sorry I forgot about this but it's up now and I apologize for forgetting this as yours should have been out there first...requested by @LittleMissMalfoy1
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It was a silent night, the only sounds to be heard were the crackling flames of the fires, constantly kept running because of the abnormally cold temperatures in the Slytherin common rooms and dorms. Though, there was a slight disturbance in one of the dorms, belonging to the third year boys.

In one of the beds, farthest from the fire, a bed was moving slightly, the owner of that bed moving restlessly from a nightmare, the sheets tangling in his legs. Black haired splayed across this pillow, small, pale arms flailing about. One hit the bedside table, making him jolt awake out of pain. 

He sat ramrod straight, the vision of yellow eyes and poison green scales still fresh in his vision. He gasped, clutching his chest and he struggled to breath. He untangled his legs shakily, struggling. He was too hot. He needed to get them off. He finally succeeded in getting them off, and flung the curtains surrounding the fourposter bed aside, standing shakily and reaching for his wire-framed glasses. 

He quietly walks over to the bed next to his, where his best friend Draco slept. 

Draco had been the only one to accept him when the sorting hat had placed him in Slytherin. The silence following that announcement almost sent him running, but he had walked quickly to the green and silver table, and sat next to a smug looking Draco. 

They had been best friends since and Harry was grateful for the boy. 

He shuffled his feet, before he pushed aside the curtains concealing the blond boy slowly. He assumed it was sometime in the morning, most likely around three or four, and that he blond may be pissed at him for waking him, but Harry decided to take that chance. 

He nudged the boy in the arm. "Draco?" Harry whispered, though he didn't really need to. It was Christmas break and they were the only boys in their dorm at the moment. 

The boy stirred, and Harry shook him. "Draco!"

"Wha-Harry, what are you doing?" Draco asked, yawning and rubbing the crusty bits out of the corner of his eyes. Stupid eye boggies, he thought. 

"I had another nightmare," Harry whispered, head ducked down in shame. That made Draco pause. He looked up at his friend in concern.

"Well come on, lay down." Draco said, and Harry thankfully slid in next to his friend, relishing in the comfort provided. Harry turned on his side, and Draco did they same, so they ended up facing each other.

"What was it about this time?" Draco asked, concern in his eyes. 

"It doesn't matter," Harry murmured, smashing his face into the half of the pillow he had. 

"Harry, fear doesn't make you weak. You need to talk about it. Tell me," Draco demanded softly. Harry sighed, his body deflating. 

"The Basilisk," He whispered, almost to the point that Draco couldn't hear him. Draco snorted. 

"Harry, if I was in your place I'd be pissing the bed. Now get over here, I'm cold." Draco complained, grabbing Harry and snuggling him into himself. "And no pissing my bed. No nightmares, either," Draco murmured, and Harry smiled before snuggling into the blond, falling asleep easily.