You & I [Draco/Harry]

Chapter Two

"I don't say what's on mind quite as much as you'd like me to."

Voldemort growled. As he rose his wand higher, Harry ducked, avoiding the jinx that was shot in his direction. "You will not defeat me!"

"We'll see." Harry grunted as he stood. "Stupefy!"

"Protego!"

Spell after spell, they defended themselves. Soon, red met green in a battle to win. Voldemort yelling as Harry tried desperately to hold on, to kill the man that so many feared. That he himself feared. Seven years he had been afraid, seven years he had been trying to rid the world of such an evil man. An evil wizard that believed only pure-bloods could live good lives, but who wanted all wizards and witches no matter what bloodline to follow in his wake. Seven years, and Harry was finally face to face with him properly ready to fight.

As Harry held on with all his strength, the light from both wands colliding continuously as both used what they could muster, Voldemort began to speak the killing curse.

"Avada Kedavra!" He yelled, and suddenly the light broke as the killing curse hit Harry.

"Harry!" He heard as he stumbled back. Sight going out of focus as he fell to the ground. "Harry!"

"Harry!" Harry heard when he woke up, gasping and clutching at his chest. It was Draco, hovering over him with hands on his face. "Hey. Hey, you're okay." He whispered, his thumbs running over Harry's cheeks. Harry closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around Draco's neck and pulling him down on top of him in a crushing hug, causing Draco to grunt. Harry held onto Draco tightly, inhaling his scent as he buried his face in the crook of his neck. "What was it about?" Draco whispered.

Harry hesitated, before he answered. "Voldemort." He muttered. Draco pulled back from Harry, removing the man's arms from his neck as he sat up to look at him.

"Oh." Harry stared at him, unsure of the look on Draco's face. Ever since the war, especially after his trial, Draco didn't want one word spoken about it. He too dealt with terrible ordeals during the time leading up to the Battle of Hogwarts, such as dying and coming back to life only to find the love of his life with someone else. So, anytime Harry had nightmares, he'd just hold him silently. He would only occasionally ask what they were about, this being one of those times, because he already knew and he didn't want to hear it.

"He killed me." Harry whispered, looking at anything other than the man in front of him.

"It was just a nightmare." Draco muttered. Harry sat up, frowning at him.

"It felt real."

"Well, you're here. You're alive and he's dead, he's been dead and he's not coming back, so you're fine." Draco mumbled and Harry sucked in a deep breath, sighing shakily as he threw the duvet off himself in an action to leave the bed, standing up. Draco's hand shot out to grab Harry's wrist, pulling him back down onto the bed and into his arms. Harry sat in Draco's arms with his own resting, not hugging the blond back. "I'm sorry." Draco whispered after a while, running his hands through Harry's messy hair. Harry frowned, hiding his face in Draco's shoulder.

"It's okay.." He replied, slowly wrapping his arms around Draco's torso. They sat like that for a while; Draco running his fingers through Harry's hair while Harry kept his face hidden in Draco's shoulder. Soon, they were getting ready to meet Ron and Hermione for breakfast before work.

"If we're late—"

"Potter." Draco warned. "The next time I hear you say that if we're late Granger is going to kill us, I'll—"