Sanctuary ~ A Draco Malfoy Love Story

2 ~ Nightmares

Alessa's POV
I was sitting on damp grass, on a graveyard. A gravestone zoomed in to my face. It read Tom Riddle, on the grass before it was the most ugly looking baby. It was bones and skin. I screamed. Then I heard a voice.

"Hello, sister." The voice laughed maniacally. I tried to find the origin of the voice, which led me to make eye contact with the grisly looking baby. Suddenly the baby's head snapped towards me. It was smiling, showing a lipless smile. I screamed. I instantly backed away, feeling tears run down my face.

"Oh sister." The voice laughed. "You remind me of our mother. A coward, weak." He spat.

I closed my eyes, hoping that this will just go away. The laughs sounded closer, and closer, until felt nails digging into my shoulder. I snapped my head back but a wave of fog covered my vision.

I woke up. I was panting and sobbing simultaneously. My whole body was shaking.

"It was just a dream." I told myself. "Just a dream." I took deep breaths and calmed myself down. I lay back on my bed and closed my eyes. Once darkness came over me I heard his voice again.

"You thought you could escape me." He let out a psychotic laugh. Then I saw death eaters. Everywhere. I heard someone chant the killing curse, then there was green light. I screamed. Again.

"Lessa," a soft voice spoke, "Alessa wake up." I gasped and sat straight. I was drenched in cold sweat, my eyes red from crying, my body shaking from the dream. I felt someone hugging me, holding me with their strong arms. Draco. I leaned on his chest and sobbed. He just held me there, saying soothing words and rubbing my back.

"Draco," I whimpered, "I saw him."

"Shh, Les, it's okay." Draco said softly.

"He talked to me." I said between hitched breaths. He stopped rubbing my back for a while and I felt him stiffen. "Is everything okay?" I suddenly became concerned as he didn't reply. "Draco?"

"May I?" He asked, holding his wand.

"Yeah, yeah of course." I replied. "Why?"

"Lumos." His voice made me shiver. He shined the light to my back. He must have seen something that scared the hell out fo him because he jumped back.

"What is it?" I started to get worried. "Is everything okay?"

"Les, your shoulder is bleeding." He voice was filled with concern. "What happened?"

"My shoulder is bleeding?" I then realized something. "Does it look like scratches?"

"Yes," he looked at me, "does it hurt?"

I suddenly felt a sharp stinging pain on my left shoulder. "It does now."

"May I, uh," he flustered. "May I see the wound? I could heal it."

"Yes, please." I said. The I realized it meant taking off my blouse. I wasn't wearing a bra underneath. I made eye contact with him, the dim light illuminating his face. "Do you mind maybe uh," I felt my face burning. "Could you turn around for a bit."

"Right yeah, sorry." He answered awkwardly and turned away. I unbuttoned my blouse, slowly taking it off. I could feel the blood trickling down to my waist, the pain stung on my shoulder to my middle back. It must have been a long gash. I held the duvet up to my chest to cover it up.

"Uh, you can turn around now." I said, very softly. I felt him sit behind me and examine the skin. He trailed the tip of his wand along the side of the wound mumbling what I think are healing spells. I felt the wound closing up, stopping any flow of blood. I stifled a groan.

"It may leave a mark." He whispered close to my ear. Merlin forbid anyone see us like this.

"Thank you." I mumbled fumbling for the straps of my dress. "What time is it?"

"One in the morning." He answered.

"Sorry for waking you up." I said, fixing my blouse. I turned around to face him.

"You wanna talk about it?" He asked softly, wrapping his arms around me.

I leaned on his chest and started talking. "I was on this graveyard and I saw a gravestone that had his father's name on it. And then I saw him. He wasn't human, he was this ghastly creature that was like a misformed baby. He was whispering things to me, he called me his sister." I was trembling at this point.

"He said I was like our mother. A coward, a weakling. And then-" I started sobbing. "And then I saw death eaters. A-and I saw someone die." I took a deep breath. "I don't know who it was. Draco he killed someone in front of me." I looked at him, tears flowing from my eyes.

"Hey hey it's okay." He held me closer. "I won't let anything happen to you. I promise." He let me cry a little longer on his shoulder.

"You should get some rest, Lessa." Draco said. "Tomorrow's the cup, you don't want to sleep during the match do you?"

I chuckled, "Thank you for always being there for me." An awkward silence enveloped the room, we could hear the insects outside the tent.

"I'd better get going then." Draco broke the silence. He stood up and started walking towards the door.

"Draco, wait!" I pleaded. "Stay with me, please?"

"Of course, Les." Draco said calmly. He sat back down on the bed. He got under the covers beside me, close enough for me to feel safe, but enough distance to feel comfortable.

"Thank you." I said timidly.

"You don't have to thank me." Draco replied. "It's what best friends do."

His reply somehow made me feel sad. Especially when he called me best friend. What if Daphne was right? What if I do like him? I pushed away the thoughts and closed my eyes. I started to doze off when I felt Draco kissing my forehead. I heard him whisper something I couldn't quite catch before drifting off to a dreamless sleep.