the girl with all of the choices

n i n e t y

**TW: Mentions and Descriptions of Sexual Assault**

12,032 words

september sixth- nightmares

~ Addison ~

We had been staying in the Room of Requirement since we returned. I legitimately had not seen my dormitory I dropped off my trunk.

It was as comforting as it had been before when everything was good.

Except, everything was not good.

The first night we had spent in the Room was perfect, blissful, and safe. The second, third, fourth, and even fifth nights were dangerous. 

Draco had nightmares. Frequently.

[june third- 2:47 am]- I awoke to a throbbing pain in my cheek. I sat straight up in bed as my hand flew to my cheek, recognizing the feeling of fresh warm blood seeping down my features.

I glanced over at Draco, who seemed to be completely asleep. He was on his back, one arm strewn above his head and the other resting on his chest. His mouth was open slightly, and I could have sworn he was snoring quietly. 

It was all very endearing. I loved seeing him without his guard up. It made me fall in love with him all over again.

Another sting radiated through my cheek, prompting me to inhale a hiss. I grabbed my wand from my nightstand and snuck out of bed carefully as to not wake my sleeping dragon. 

I studied my reflection in the mirror. The cut, while only having been healed merely 14 hours ago, had begun to heal. Yet, the corners still oozed with blood, which was what was happening now. 

"Tergeo," I mumbled, the blood scouring itself from my skin. Draco could always fix it in the morning if it ended up opening the gash further.

My hair was a mess, so I quickly grabbed a scrunchie and pulled it up into a bun, not eager to have to deal with it in the morning. 

As I walked back out into the bedroom, I heard grumbling from Draco. He had moved from his spot and his brow was furrowed, yet he was still asleep. 

I put my wand on my nightstand and was about to crawl back into bed when he muttered something intelligible. 

"Stop it," he mumbled, his eyes still closed and his body slightly squirming. "Don't touch her. Stop it. Get your hands off of her." His fingers were spasming and his face was twitching. He was obviously having a nightmare.

I crossed around to his side of the bed and sat on the mattress next to him, running my fingers over his hands to try to still him.

"Draco," I cooed, attempting to soothe him. 

He continued with his utterances. "No, please not her. Take me instead. Not her. Anyone but her." His lips were quivering and he appeared to flinch before each of his words. The rest of his body was writhing uncontrollably.

"Draco," I said louder, reaching my hand up and placing it on his cheek gently.

"No," he muttered louder. "Stop it. No. No! NO!"

On the last 'no,' he was fully upright, the wrist belonging to my hand that was on his face firmly in his grasp and his wand at my throat. His eyes were mere millimetres from mine as he panted and were infected with the look of destruction.