Only Us Under the Castle [Drarry]

Boyfriends

The moon hung low in the sky, casting eerie shadows across the Hogwarts grounds as the castle slept. Within the confines of the caves, Harry Potter tossed and turned restlessly on the couch, trapped in the grip of a nightmare.

His brow furrowed in distress, Harry muttered incomprehensible words as he thrashed about, his sleep plagued by dark visions and haunting memories.

Across the room, Draco Malfoy sat at the large table doing some studying, alerted by the sounds of Harry's distress. With a sigh, Draco pushed back his chair and crossed the room to kneel beside the brown couch.

"Harry," Draco called softly, placing a gentle hand on the brunettes shoulder. "Wake up, it's just a dream."

Harry jolted awake with a gasp, his eyes wide with panic as he struggled to orient himself in the darkness. "Draco?" he whispered, his voice shaky with residual fear.

Draco nodded, offering Harry a reassuring smile. "It's me," he said, his tone soothing. "You were having a nightmare."

Harry's shoulders sagged with relief as he took in Draco's familiar face, gratitude shining in his eyes. "Thanks," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Draco settled onto the edge of the couch, his gaze filled with empathy. "Do you want to talk about it?" he asked gently, wanting to know more about the nightmares haunting him.

Harry hesitated for a moment, his thoughts clouded with the remnants of his dream. But then, with a resigned sigh, he nodded. "It was about... Voldemort," he confessed, his voice tinged with bitterness. "About everything that happened in the graveyard."

"Oh," Draco replied, his mind racing with memories of that night.

"I saw your Dad there you know. In the graveyard," Harry added.

Draco's heart skipped a beat at Harry's revelation. He knew how difficult it was for Harry to talk about the events of that fateful night, especially with the added weight of seeing Draco's father among Voldemort's followers.

"Well, I guess even Voldemort needs some family time," Draco quipped, trying to lighten the mood.

Harry chuckled despite himself, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes. "Yeah, family reunions are always a blast," he joked back.

"Draco," Harry began, his voice hesitant, "if Voldemort ever forced you to... to take the Dark Mark, would you?"

Draco's heart skipped a beat at the question, his mind racing with memories of his family's dark past and the choices that had led them down that path.

"Well, I'd probably tell him I'm too busy with my hair care routine to join his little club," Draco replied with a smirk, trying to deflect the seriousness of the question.

Harry couldn't help but laugh at Draco's response, the tension in the room easing slightly. "I guess your hair is too fabulous for the Dark Mark," he teased.

Draco reached out, taking Harry's hand in his own, his fingers intertwining with Harry's in a silent gesture of reassurance.

"Seriously though, Harry," Draco said, his tone turning more serious, "I won't let Voldemort or anyone else dictate my choices. I'll always fight against him, no matter what."

Harry smiled, a sense of relief washing over him. "I know you will, Draco," he replied, his voice filled with confidence. "And I'll be right there beside you, ready to kick some Dark Lord butt."

Draco felt a surge of warmth flood his chest at Harry's words, a sense of gratitude washing over him like a wave. In that moment, he knew that no matter what the future held, as long as he had Harry by his side, he could face anything.