"Come in."
Voldemort sits in his recliner within his personal bedroom of Malfoy Manor. It's decorated in black and green, and the air is thick with the smoke of candles lit from corner to corner, at least one placed across every shelf.
A small, blonde boy opens the bedroom door, trembling and shaking. Although he knows Voldemort won't hurt him, and that he's more than happy to help, there's still a small part of him always scared to enter the man's quarters.
"I had a nightmare…"
The statement comes out as not much more than a whisper. Draco stands in the doorway, not yet inside but with no intent to leave.
"Oh? Come then, sit with me."
Voldemort moves over slightly, outstretching an arm for Draco to come and sit beside him. The boy comes into the room, shuts the door behind him, and practically runs over to the chair. He sits beside his lord and Voldemort wraps an arm around him.
"Do you want to tell me about it?"
Voldemort gives a small peck to the smaller one's forehead, rubbing his arm as the boy keeps his head on Voldemort's chest.
"I…I was in my bedroom. My father came through my bedroom door, screaming about something. My mother came in after him, trying to grab him and calm him down, when he turned around and slapped her. Then he grabbed me and tried to hit me…then I woke up."
Voldemort gives a small nod and places his face into Draco's hair, nuzzling the soft, blonde locks and taking in the smell of green apple.
"I'm sorry, Draco. I'll never let him hurt you like that ever again, you understand?"
Draco hums in response. Voldemort smiles and lifts his head, grabbing the boy and pulling him into his lap.
"Well, now all you need is sleep. It's three in the morning, you need to rest."
Voldemort pets the boy's hair, allowing the younger to close his eyes and lay against him.
The nightmares that Draco has been having get worse each night. Voldemorts been getting more and more worried, as every night, this same thing happens. Draco needs him to sleep or he has nightmares of his father or his aunt. At some point, Voldemort has begun to make room inside his quarters for the young boy, hoping he'll just come to sleep with him instead of allowing himself to have nightmares. He'll bring it up to the young one tomorrow. For now, the Dark Lord also needs sleep.
So, they both huddle up together, in each other's arms, as they sleep through the cold winter night together.