She has a nightmare

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Summary: Narcissa has a nightmare and ends up choking you accidentally.

Warnings: light angst, happy ending, hurt/comfort.

*This can be read as a sequel to "Arguments."

It's a warm night since it's summer. But that still did not stop you from being as close to each other as possible, even more so considering you two desperately needed physical touch after the day you two had. It's the first night you and Narcissa sleep together (literally) since the argument you had. It started with you suggesting to meet each other's families, you meeting her son Draco and Narcissa meeting your parents and siblings, when she overreacted based on her own insecurities and ended up lashing on you, which resulted in you going back home and her going after you to apologize, leasing to where you two are right now.

Narcissa's body suddenly trembles in her sleep, her skin breaking out into a cold sweat. She mumbles incoherently, not completely comprehending as she tosses and turns in her sleep, grasping a tight hold onto you and tugging you closer as though she fears that you will somehow slip away.

Her body is trembling, her heart pounding rapidly in her chest as she whimpers quietly. Her face is scrunched up, as though she's experiencing physical pain, and her breathing becomes laboured and ragged.

"No...no..." she mumbles in her sleep, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please... please don't."

Her grip suddenly tightens around you, the nails of her fingers digging into your skin almost painfully. She lets out a soft, strangled cry, her body arching slightly as she struggles against whatever horrors her dreams are conjuring.

As the nightmare intensifies, Her whole body goes tense, her limbs jerking and twitching involuntarily, her head tossing from side to side as she continues to whimper and mutter incoherently.

"Please...no more..." she moans, her voice hoarse. "I don't want to..."

The sound of her desperate pleas breaks through your sleep-hazed mind, jolting you back to full consciousness. You find yourself suddenly pulled from the depths of your dreamless sleep, your eyes flying open to see Narcissa thrashing and trembling beside you in the bed. You can see the fear and pain etched clearly on her face, her body writhing as though she's trying to escape some unseen terror. She lets out a strangled sob, her voice almost unrecognizable as she continues to mutter frantically in her sleep, begging for someone invisible not to hurt her.

As you realise what's happening, a sense of urgency rushes through you. You reach out a hand and place it on Narcissa's shoulder, shaking her gently at first, then more firmly, trying to rouse her from her nightmares.

"Narcissa." you call out, your voice soft yet insistent. "Wake up. It's just a dream. You're safe. Wake up, my love."

Her eyes suddenly snap open, but they're glazed over and unfocused. She's still half-caught in her nightmare, the fear and terror still controlling her mind and body. Without realising what she's doing, she straddles your body and wraps her hands tightly around your throat, as if she's in a trance. Her grip is strong, almost vice-like, and it's as though her body is acting on its own, reflexes from the nightmare taking over. Despite the fear and pain in her eyes, there's no recognition or understanding that it's you she's holding onto.

Your hands instinctively fly up to her wrists, attempting to dislodge her fingers from around your throat, but her grip is strong, the fear and adrenaline still pumping through her veins. You try to talk to her, to snap her out of it.

"Narcissa, it's me. It's me, love. Please, you're hurting me." it's impossible to breathe, tears stream down your face in desperation.

As your words finally register in her mind, the fog of her dream begins to clear. Her eyes slowly focus, the glaze disappearing as she realises what she's doing. The realization hits her like a bucket of cold water, and she instantly lets go, her hands falling limply to her sides. She looks at you with horror and disbelief, her body trembling.

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