~Drarry one shots~

~Im afraid of the things in my brain~

Trigger warnings: nightmares, anxiety, maybe depression and overall Harry not doing too good mentally. I know I don't like to read too much about certain mental issues so feel free to skip to stay safe :)

"I wonder where Potter has been today? It's been quite boring without being able to pick on him," Draco commented as he walked down the hall with his best friend Pansy, sneering at the younger students that got in their way. He was desperate for some form of confrontation, itching for someone to argue with and by someone, he meant Potter. His moments were Potter were something he enjoyed, even though they were born out of an old hatred. He loved to see what reactions he could produce and when Harry was all worked up, it just made it better.
"Well, I was talking to Hermione-"
"When did you start talking to her?" Draco gasped, spinning around on his heel and grinning at her with an omniscient smile. (A/N: some of you ask for pansmione so ur welcome)
"Since... well.... yeah." She replied, blushing madly, making Draco snort. She was crushing and she was crushing hard!
"Ah yes, my fave time of day," Draco smirked.
"Shut up!" She snapped and hit him. "Anyway, she asked me if I know anything about nightmares and how to get rid of them as a friend of hers is having some troubles. So I'm guessing that friend is Potter." Draco walked over to the side of the bustling hall and leant against the wall, processing the information he'd just been given.
"He's got nightmares?" He asked softly, his heart ached at the image of Harry sitting in fear on his own in the dark.
"Why is someone caring?" Pansy asked as she mimicked his grin from earlier. Draco instantly snapped back into character.
"I dont! I think its unfair frankly." He said as he stood up tall, asserting his dominance. "How dare he have nightmares and I dont. He just wants attention and to make me feel bad, which I don't." Draco lied. Pansy looked at Draco in shock.
"Um, that's a little bit not good Draco, even for you." She replied quietly.
"Whatever, I need to put an end to this as it's making our war unfair." He said, very determined.

*an estranged time skip! I'm reading through this to carry on writing and it's such a mess (mood tho) so time skip to like an hour later with a cleanup crew and a priest as I need help*

After sulking outside the Gryffindor common room for 84 years, a first year finally appeared.
"Lionheart." He whispered and Draco took note of this. He slipped in before the portrait shut and made his way through the shadows towards the bedroom he hoped Harry was in. Thankfully he was.
"Potter," Draco said, making the boy jump and spin around. Once he faced Draco, the world stopped. Harry's face was paler than usual and he had large dark circles under his bloodshot eyes. His face seemed hollower and he looked ill, almost dead. What happened to the lively boy who's face could create thousands of different emotions in seconds? Now he looked dull. Draco did not like this one bit. He thought about running away, but that wouldn't help Harry or his image, so he stood his ground.
"Malfoy, what do you want?" Ron threatened, standing in front of his weaker friend. Draco was snapped out his surprised daze and cleared his throat.
"I want to talk to Potter, as I mentioned as I walked in. And you're not Potter unless I've missed something and congratulations are in order?" He teased, trying his hardest to get even half a smile from Harry.
"Fuck off, you're not even supposed to be in here," Ron replied. Draco could practically see the hate and anger coming off of him, making him want to smirk so badly! But angering Ron anymore than he already had won't help him get to Harry.
"Look, Ron, just let me talk to him so he'll be on his way and out of our hair." Harry sighed. He walked over to his bed and patted the space next to him. The fact he hadn't bothered to put up a fight, concerned Draco immensely and he felt like he'd been stabbed.
"He must be tired if he's letting me sit next to him on his bed," Draco muttered as he sat down.
"So Malfoy, what did you want?" Harry asked. Up close he looked even worse and it almost broke Draco's heart.
"I heard you've been having nightmares?" Draco asked, still trying to act the arrogant front he held around Harry.
"Who said that?" Harry replied defensively, obviously not wanting Draco or anyone to know.
"I have my sources Potter." Draco winked. "So, are you?" Harry stood up and ran his hands through his hair, his body tense.
"Why do you care, Malfoy?" He shouted, like a volcano erupting. "You've never taken a fucking interest in my health ever so why start now?" Draco flinched at Harry's harshness and prayed Harry hadn't seen it. But it hurt to see someone you genuinely care about so damaged and angry at you.
"Because it puts you off your game and I feel its unfair and too easy on me," Draco lied. This pissed Harry off a lot.
"You think this is all a fucking game Malfoy?" He was worrying Draco a lot. One small push and Draco could tip Harry into crazy town.
"Well, I was gonna help but you can forget it now. Have fun with your nightmares." Draco gave up and went to walk out of the room. Sometimes there's those you can't save because they don't want to save themselves.
"Wait you were going to help?" Harry said softly, dropping his hands down at his side and allowing his body to go limp as if he had been waiting to hear those words muttered from someone's lips for the whole of his life. Had his friends not offered to help or any of his beloved professors? Draco turned and faced him, shutting the door he had opened.
"Yes, I know a lot about nightmares and how to stop them," Draco replied as he walked back over to Harry. "I guess I sorta owe you too for past events."
"Well, when do we start?" Harry asked desperately.
"Tonight, but remember, I'm doing this out of spite Potter!" Draco replied as he walked out of the room, practically glowing from success.
"Wouldn't expect anything else." Harry actually smiled, the first in so long.