Inescapable | Drarry + Bleville ✔︎

Chapter 9

Draco's POV:

Draco laid awake in his new bed thinking about his father, Voldemort, and his quest. He imagined every possible outcome. Each one seemed more horrific than the previous one.

His thoughts were interrupted by soft whimpering. Great, Draco thought, Potter must be having a wet dream. He shuddered at the thought.

Soon enough, however, the whimpers turned to heavy breathing then the heavy breathing turned to soft sounds. Potter was talking, but Draco couldn't make out the words.

He wanted to ignore it, he wanted to not think of Harry having a weird dream he was assuming he was having, but he couldn't stop listening.

"No." He heard Potter whisper. "Stop."

Huh? Was this some part of a sick fantasy Potter had? No way.

"Help." He said a bit louder. Soon he would hear Harry panting. "No!" He screamed, making Draco pop right out of his bed and stare at Harry in shock.

Harry continued to scream as if he was being burned alive. Ok, maybe it wasn't a wet dream...

Draco wanted to just ignore it, to walk out of the room and sleep elsewhere, but he couldn't move. Not when he was so in shock.

And so Harry screamed and screamed. Draco began to breathe shakily. All of this was so overwhelming. What the hell was happening?

As if his body finally got a mind of its own, he rushed over to Harry's bed and began to shake him awake.

"Get up!" Draco shouted.

Harry screamed, "No! Let go of me! Let go!"

"Potter, shut up! It's me!" Draco shouted.

Harry opened his eyes. Draco then noticed the tears coming down his face. Harry quickly wiped them away and stared back at Draco.

Harry took many deep breaths, while Draco sat there in shock once again.

"I... I'm sorry for waking you." Harry says.

Draco stayed silent for a while, simply staring at Harry. He narrowed his eyes slightly. His eyes are so green.

"I'm sorry... You can go back to sleep now, I'll be quiet." Harry promised.

Draco simply continued to stare. Why couldn't he stop?

"Draco?" Harry spoke.

"Y-yes?" Draco squeaked, making himself blush at how girly he sounded. What was going on with him?! Malfoy's don't do this thing!

"Uh... Are you ok? You've been like... Staring." Harry says.

"Uh... I just... You scared me." Draco says softly.

Harry's lips slowly curl upwards. "I scared you? You mean to tell me you were... Worried?"

Draco blushes, "What?! No! I... You just s-sc-screamed really loudly..." Now he was stuttering?! Good Merlin.

Harry smiled once more, but somehow differently. "Well... I apologize. Get some rest, I'll be fine."

"No one cares if you're fine or not, Potter." Draco sneers.

"You seemed pretty worried just a second ago," Harry smirks. "Seems like someone cares..."

"Sod off," Draco says, turning his back and plopping himself back on his own bed. He lays down and turns his back to Harry.

After a moment of silence, Harry speaks up, "Goodnight, Malfoy."

Draco slowly smiles, "Fuck you, Potter."