The Binding Potion- A Drarry Fanfiction

The Binding Potion- Chapter Five

Draco's P.O.V (Tuesday)

I am awoken in the middle of the night due to some unseen source. I rub my eyes sleepily and grab my wand.

"Lumos"

The tip of my wand lights the immediate space surrounding me and helps me locate the source of my sudden awakening. Potter is squirming beside me, dragging my wrist along with him due to his jerky movements, and whispering words I can only catch in parts:

"No... please... no... don't kill... no"

I try to shake him awake.

"Potter," I whisper as I shake him, "Oi, Potter, wake up your dreaming"

A sudden ear-splitting cry erupts from Potter that nearly makes me fall right off the bed. Potter sits bolt upright and quickly leans over the bed to retch out his, particularly large, dinner into the rubbish bin next to his nightstand. Shock keeps me silent as Potter slowly makes his way up back into a sitting position.

"Merlin Potter, what the hell?! It sounded as though someone just murdered you!"

He stays silent. It is only when I study him closer do I notice that he is really put off. He is violently shaking while wrapping his free arm across his chest, rubbing his shoulder while taking shallow, shaky breaths. Without giving it much thought, I reach out and place my free hand on his shoulder.

"Deep breaths Potter, you need to calm down"

Slowly, but surely, Potter's breathing begins to go back to normal and his shaking becomes minimal. It doesn't take much thought to figure out what Golden Boy was dreaming about. I would be lying if I said I didn't have nightmares. Now that I think about it... this is the first night in a while I have not had a nightmare...

"I.. I am sorry for waking you," Potter mumbled.

"You don't need to be sorry. Frankly, it is comforting to see Golden Boy is actually human."

I smile, but Potter doesn't return the favor. He just fiddles with his hands while looking down into his lap.

"Malfoy... do you ever get nightmares... about The War"

Part of me wants to lie, to keep my pride and say no, but I tell the truth.

"Yes... quite often actually," I respond solemnly.

Potter turns his head to face me and a flurry of emotions cross his face. First surprise, probably caused by my truthful answer to his question, then content, he is probably happy to know he is not alone in his struggle, and then... amusement??

Potter breaks out into a flurry of giggles and I can't help but stare at him in bewilderment.

"What's so funny?" I ask quizzically.

Between his giggles, Potter responds:

"Malfoy... your bedhead is absolutely hilarious"

My look of bewilderment turns into a look of mild annoyment as I quickly run my fingers through my hair, attempting to tame it as much as possible.

"Only you Potter could wake up from a dream that makes you retch out your dinner and then laugh at someone's bedhead," I comment with a hint of annoyment in my voice.

Potter's chuckles finally cease but a small smile still remains painted on his lips. Once again, I can feel my heart rate race and my cheeks turn hot at the sight of a smile on Potter's lips. I quickly tear my gaze away, as the idea of Potter catching me staring at his lips makes my stomach tie into knots.

"Are you ok to go back to sleep now?" I ask.

Potter simply nods in response.

We both make ourselves comfortable again and I flick my wand to rid of the Lumos spell. It isn't long before Potter's breathing becomes rhythmic and light, which indicate he has fallen back into slumber. I smile to myself as I can't help but find amusement at this whole situation I have found myself in. As well as the fact that Potter can, apparently, go to sleep in the blink of an eye. Eventually, I, myself, slip into sleep as well.