Nightmare Part 2
Draco pulled away from the kiss. It only lasted a few seconds, cut short by his uncertainty. Something tugged at his heartstrings, a feeling lingered in his stomach, ate him up inside every day. A feeling he couldn’t ignore any longer.
Harry was smiling, his heartbeat calm and tranquil. He could relive that moment over and over. He looked toward Draco, looking for his beautiful, pearl grey eyes, his hand resting on his cheek with a comfortable touch.
But Draco looked away. He couldn’t bare to return the gaze, as much as he’d wanted to. Every time he closed his eyes, that nightmare, that same old nightmare, replayed in his head.
He saw Harry’s blood-covered body, his pleading stare, his lifeless corpse, every single day, only to open his eyes and realize none of it was real. He relived the same pain, the same fear, the same heartache. The same helplessness as he watched Harry die. Die as he watched, running as fast as he could yet frozen in place, unable to do a thing about it.
He always woke up, but one of these days, it may not be something he can wake up from. One of these days, it might be too late.
“Har,”
Harry’s face fell, his gaze deepened despite Draco’s closed eyes, pleading for them to look back at him. His hand slid to Draco’s shoulder, his hold loosening. Draco continues slowly, thoughts of that god-forsaken nightmare still racing through his mind. He tried to keep his composure.
“I… don’t think… I can be everything you need me to be”
Harry felt himself tense up. Where was this coming from? Had something happened? Had he done something?
“..what?”
Draco’s entire face cranked up, tears threatened to escape through the corners of his eyes. He was losing it. Grabbing Harry’s free hand, he met Harry’s gaze, finally. His vision was blurred from a mixture of tears and having had his eyes hut for so long, longer than he’d thought.
In his mind, he was curled over Harry’s lifeless body in an obscure mess of blood and debris. He squeezed Harry’s hand tighter.
“I….I can’t.. lose you” It took everything he had to hold back from adding “again”.
At first, Harry said nothing. He pulled Draco into a hug and gave a light chuckle.
“You won’t, Malfoy. I’m afraid you’re stuck with me”. Harry’s voice was calm and sincere, “I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”
Draco tightened his hold around Harry, closing his eyes and returning with a chuckle between sniffles.
“Yeah, yeah,” Draco tried for a smile, “You’d better not”