When you see my truth (drarry fanfic)

Chapter 11. Nightmare

-Harry's pov-

I heard a piercing scream shot trough the air.

I got right up, out, and into Malfoys room in a matter of seconds. He laid there, twisting in his bed. It was a miracle that he wasn't awake. His whole body was covered in sweat and the blanket was down with the pillows on the floor. I ran to Malfoy's side and shook him violently at the shoulders. Malfoy was breathing fast and heavily as he screamed: "Stop! Don't touch me! Go away!" His eyes were drained in tears as I desperately tried to wake him. At last he took a big breath and opened his eyes, full of fear.

"Malfoy?" I said worried and frowned.

He looked up at me with the most intense eyes I've ever seen. The grey was glowing into the night.

He desperately clung to my arms while whispering Harry. I got down on my knees besides his bed and he clung to me like I was a lifebuoy. His nails were digging into my back but I couldn't just shake him off. What could have happened to send him into such a state of panic?

Malfoys forhead was resting agains my chest as I felt his breath slow down and his arms lose strength.

"Malfoy, what-"

"Draco... Call me Draco... Malfoy isn't me. Malfoy is my father. Malfoy is the son my father wanted. Not me." he said and then he fell asleep in my arms.

What am I supposed to do now? I asked myself. Draco was clinging on to me like his life depended on it, even if he was asleep. His muscles were not tense, but I still got the impression that he needed me to be here. I put down the sleeping boy in the bed and held his hand. This was a one time thing, I told myself. When that prat wakes up I'll have to talk to him.

That night I slept in one of the most uncomfortable positions I've ever slept in. I was sitting on the floor with my head on the bed and my hand in Draco's.

-Draco's pov-

This night was one of the best nights I've had for a long time, was the first thing I thought when I regain consciousness. Then I remembered my terrible dream. It was one of the worst I've had for years. Probably from the tension of doing something I knew father would punish me for. But then, how can I feel so great now? Usually I feel like crap after such a night but now...

I begun to move slightly. What's that? I felt something in my hand. I opened my eyes and couldn't believe what I saw. Potter?! Potter sat besides my bed looking peacefully asleep. He's here, right besides me. This isn't a dream, right?

I took the liberty to reach his hair with the hand that was not in his. His black hair was softer than I could ever imagine. It felt like silk to my hands. I wanted to just feel it the rest of my life. But then he yawned and opened his eyes.

"Were you just touching my hair?" he asked.

My face turned red and I turned my face against the wall. "No!" I said, trying not to let the embarrassment show. "Why are you even in my room!?" I then asked.

"I am in your room because YOU couldn't seem to sleep." he said. "You were screaming and twisting, I couldn't sleep because of you."

Had I waken him up? "Sorry." I just said. Malfoy's never said sorry, or thank you. But I knew how I could be when I had a nightmare. I used to put a silencing charm over my bed when I went to sleep at Hogwarts for to not wake up anyone when I had my nightmares. I must have forgotten it.

"How do you feel?" Potter asked. Did he really want to know? Or did he just ask because he felt like it was what was expected from him?

"I'm fine, really." I said. I didn't want to concern Potter. After all, my life had nothing to do with him anyways. He didn't need to know how I truly felt. How miserable I was all the time. But the fact that he had not yet pulled out his hand from mine made me actually feel very good.

"You were screaming things like stop, go away, don't touch me, let me go." Potter said. "Draco, are you sure you're okay?"

I flinched. Did he just call me... Draco? He'd never called me Draco before. I just nodded a response and Potter got up. "Good, then I'll go and prepare breakfast. You can take a shower until it's done." I simply just nodded again as I got up, grabbed a towel and went for the bathroom.