The Assistant ✔️

33-Nightmares

Draco woke up with a start, he had had the same nightmare he had had in in Coma, only now Hermione was in his arms, dead.
Tears streamed down his cheeks, and he shot up in bed, his bare chest rising heavily.

Hermione stirred next to him, opening her eyes a fraction and placing a hand on his shoulder.
"Draco?"she mumbled, in the dark.

He turned at her touch and smiled, his face shadowed so she couldn't see his tear struck face.

"Ill be back in a minute, just going to the bathroom,"he whispered, kissing her hand, quickly, and walking towards the door to the bathroom.

She smiled and lay back down into the pillows, turning to her side and closing her eyes.

Draco flicked the light on and placed his hands on either side of the sink, breathing deeply, and letting out a loud sob, before holding onto his mouth, trying not to wake Hermione.
But she was awake and was listening to him, stile sobs,
"Draco?"she called, walking towards the bathroom, wearing only his oversized shirt.

"What's wrong?"she asked, standing behind him in the mirror and wrapping her arms around his torso.

He sighed and looked down, strands of his hair falling over his face.
"Nothing.. just a nightmare.."

Hermione hummed soothingly and kissing his back, making him twist around to face her.
"What was it about?"she asked, eyebrows raised, frown on her face.

"Nothing.. I'm ok, let's go back to-"

"No no no,"she scolded.
"There's obviously something, or you wouldn't be like this,"
Draco chuckled at her smugness and pulled her close to his bare chest, clad in a pair of green boxer shorts.

She placed her head on his chest, and wrapped her arms around his torso and waist.
"Tell me.."she whispered.

A tear struck from Draco's cheek, and Hermione looked up, wiping it away with his thumb, "What was it about that made you like this?"

Draco smiled down sadly at her, pulling her closer to his body, and sighed.
"You.."

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The next morning, Draco woke again in a cold sweat, the sun light streamed through the small curtains, and Hermione stirred again, sitting up and comforting him, telling him that she was still here, with him, and she wasn't going anywhere.

It happened again and again and again,
Hermione was awoken by screams of pain and a fit of shaking from the boy next to her.

She didn't sleep anymore, she just tucked him in, and sat on the chair next to him, and when the nightmare got to that specific time, she would sit with him and tell him over and over that she was still here with him.

Draco took potions and drugs to help it, but I didn't stop and the nightmares kept coming.
They where the same every time, you would've thought it'd be easier to cope with after time,
But it came back like the first.

She sat on the chair, taking a deep breath and braced herself for what was about to come.

First, it was when he would mumble things.

Second, it came as shaking, uncontrollably, shaking.

Thirdly,cold sweat, drenching the bed in sweat.

Fourthly,he would yell things, scream to his hearts content and thrash around.

Fifthly, when he would wake, sitting up right, chest heaving, the moonlight glistening off his wet form.

And then Hermione would have to sit with him, for the rest of the night, holding him in her arms and telling him that she was still here with him.
It was exhausting, listening to him scream her name over and over, and she wanted to help, she really really did, but when she tried he would just sob and sob, like there was no tomorrow, and wake emotionally drained.

The next morning, Hermione was sat all dressed up, in the chair she sits at night with him, he awoke, yawning, and smiled at her, she sent him a sad smile, and placed a delicate hand on his cheek.
"Darling.."she whispered, tears in her beautiful honey eyes.
He sat up and frowned, kissing the plan of her hand and holding it close to his chest.
"What's wrong?"

Hermione sighed, "It's about your nightmares.."

Draco scowled, and sat straighter, turning his body forward, not meeting her gaze.
"What about them..?"

"You need to get some kind of help for them, I have to stay up every night and comfort you, without any sleep.."she mumbled, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm just saying, it's affecting you in terrible ways, and.. you've got to tell me what happens in your dream.."

"I don't remember.."

"Draco! You do remember I know, or I'll have to use Legilimency on you.."

He turned his head to face her, giving her a disgusted look, and furrowed his eyebrows.
"I've got them under control.."

"Well, you don't because I see what happens to you every night!"
Hermione looked down, tears escaping from her eyes.

"I didn't want to do this, but it'll help you,
I don't want this to happen to you either.."

"Who did it happen too?"

"Harry.. but yours are much worse,"
Draco hissed deeply, scowling, and turned to her, " I'll get some help, but on my own-"

"I want to help you! Together-"

"No.. it's terrible-"

"I don't care!"she yelled, standing up, she took a deep breath and kneeled down in front of him, taking his hands within hers.
"I want to do this.. I love you"she whispered.

Draco looked down at her and scowled, his eyes softening as tears fell freely down her pale cheeks, he wiped them away with the pallet on his thumb and gave her a genuine smile.
"So... want to get inside my head or what?"