Nightmares Fuckin' Suck
Running. They were running.
Through forests and deserts and cities and buildings, they were running.
Lucius Malfoy was after them. He was after him.
He was after Draco.
His Mother didn't stop him, she never did.
He made it home. To the hotel. Back to him.
The halls were endless and the rooms went on forever, each one getting smaller and smaller and smaller-
He found it.
The room.
His room.
Where his Freddie would be.
He slammed open the fusuma, only to see him in bed with another.
With a woman.
In their bed.
She was moaning under him and he seemed to be enjoying it more than with Draco.
Draco was nothing to him.
Fred said so in the way he looked at him.
The same disgust his father's gaze always held. The same glint in his eyes that Draco's Mother carried with her.
Then he fell.
The floor opened up and swallowed him whole, never to be seen or loved again.
Forever in the cold dark, all alone, without the bright smile he would never admit made his stomach churn pleasantly.
He woke up with a jolt, his feathers on his outer wings sharpening like knives in a defensive state.
Hands were on him, someone was talking to him. He couldn't make out what they were saying, all he could focus on were the familiarity of the calloused hands that seemed to be everywhere.
He looked up. It was Freddi- No. Weasley. He wasn't Freddie after what he did to Draco. His mouth was moving as if he were speaking, but all Draco heard was an annoying buzz.
Weasley was touching him. Why was he touching him? He seemed more content with the blonde haired, blue eyed, white girl than him.
Draco backed away from him, startled. Why would Fred do that to him? What did he gain from using Draco like that? Why was it suddenly so hard to breathe when his back hit the wall.
Draco let him in. Draco knowingly let him in, let Fred see him. The person he really was. The person who was never enough for anybody.
Fred made him feel like he was enough in the very short time they spent together. He made him feel things Draco never thought were real.
And then he betrayed him. He took the small, fragile trust that Draco put in him and broke it into two. Why wouldn't he though?
Draco was hyperventilating. Fred wasn't sure if he was having a panic attack or an autistic meltdown, from what his Dad had told them about his son's mental state.
Draco's back hit the wall and his breathing seemed to become more erratic. He looked at Fred with a look that immediately made his heart shatter.
The crying boy pulled himself into the fetal position against the wall and began sobbing into his knees. His wings wrapped around him, almost as if it were armor to protect him from the rest of the world. From Fred.
He looked as if he were a feathery caterpillar chrysalis. His feathers were hard and sharp like razors and he was shaking with each sob that racked his scarred body.
Fred needed to do something....anything. He couldn't stand the sound of his love crying. Especially not after the way Draco looked at him, like his entire world was shattered within moments.
He slowly crept over to the cocoon of hardened feathers. He slowly sat infront of Draco and began stroking down the feathers. He had read something in 5th year that said the only way to not be in the receiving end of a feather knife is to quickly soothe the Veela or creature in question. Most Veelan species who have the feather hardening ability use it to fight, so if you show them your not a threat by soothingly petting down their feathers, they will likely calm down enough for you to do what is needed in the moment.
Draco jumped at his hands but he didn't do anything to stop him. Once all of the boy's feathers were back to their silky soft state, Fred slowly opened his wings.
Draco was still in the fetal position, his beautiful hair was being pulled by pale hands and his tail laid sadly on the floor. It was like seeing a kicked puppy.
Fred scooted ever closer and said in what he hoped was a quiet voice. "Hey, it's alright, love. It's just me." He slowly started to rub circles on Draco's knees. "I don't know what you saw, but I promise it was just a bad dream, okay? It didn't happen."
Draco hiccuped and further burried his face in his knees.
" I'm here for you, okay? Can you try to tell me what happened?"
Draco peaked over his knees and then said something Fred couldn't catch, it was too muffled.
"I'm sorry, I didn't catch that love. Can you say it again please?"
Draco sobbed again before lifting his head up. Tears were rolling down his face. His cheek bones were red and his eyes were puffy and slightly blood shot. He sniffed before he said, "I trusted you, and you h-hurt me!"
"What!? Draco no, no no no. It was jus' a dream I promise I would never hurt you. Ever."
Draco hiccuped again before he wiped his tears away and pointed at the bed. "You were with her like you were wi-with me," He sniffed and said through newly fallen tears, "You liked her more than you liked me. You did it in my fucking bed. Y-you cheated on me litterly right after I started to trust you. I-I let you have me, and I wasn't enough, I never am. " He sobbed right as he finished, returning his head to hide in his knees.
Fred didn't know what to say. He definitely didn't cheat on Draco, he would rather die than hurt him. But he didn't know how to comfort his darling either.
He racked his brain for ideas, anything, litterly anything-
And the it hit him. Draco liked being held earlier, so maybe it might comfort him now....?
He slowly pushed open Draco's right wing to leave an empty space for him to sit next to the crying boy.
He slowly crawled over to Draco's side, careful not to spook him. When he made it to the space next to Draco against the wall, he settled down next to him and wrapped a strong arm around him, pulling him closer.
Draco didn't push him away or get scared, but he didn't lean into the touch either.
And so they sat there, on the floor against the wall, just in each other's company.
Draco's sobs had quieted down and he was breathing easier, so Fred took another step. He started rubbing his thumb on the man's left arm in soothing circles while whispering sweet nothings into his ears.
"I'm all yours, love. Always have been, always will be."
" I would never dream of hurting you."
"I would do anything for you. Your wish, and your wish alone, is my camand darling."
"I would rather die than be with someone else."
All of these phrases and more were whispered through the cold room, only for their ears to hear. Only for them to know about. Like it was a wonderful secret nobody knew of, but if Fred eventually had his way, everybody would know as he would shout it from the roof tops each morning and night that he was the luckiest man alive.
Eventually, Draco stopped crying and was reduced to sniffles and small hiccups. He slowly lifted his head from his knees, but he didn't look at Fred. Hell, he looked everywhere but Fred.
"Do you really mean all that...?" He asked in a small voice.
Fred just smiled his bright smile, "Yes! I meant every letter of every word. I love you so much, darling."
Draco looked at him for exactly a third of a second before he practically threw himself into the freckled arms of one Fred Weasley. Draco tucked his head into the man's shoulder and held onto him as if his life depended on it.
Fred just released a sigh and quickly reciprocated the hug. He kissed the top of Draco's head and whispered into his hair, "That's it. I'm right here love. I would never do that to you."
Draco just nodded slowly and mumbled into the rough skin, "I'm sorry. It was just so real."
"I know, I know. It's okay, I understand. There's no reason to be sorry love, I would never get mad at you over a nightmare..... How about we go back to bed, yeah?" He wasn't tired, he just wanted to make sure Draco would get atleast a little bit of rest.
"No!" Nevermind then.
"Okay... Okay, no more sleeping for today. What do you want to do?" He responded.
Draco slowly lifted his head from Fred's shoulder. Their eyes automaticly met, a careful but trusting gaze was passed from Draco to the red head.
"Can we just....stay like this..?" He asked, voice slightly strained from the crying, but it would get better.
"Yeah." Fred responded breathlessly. "Ofcourse, whatever you nee-"
"Just not in this room. There's something wrong with it."
Fred looked into his eyes. There was something being the glassy gaze he held, almost like....fear?
"Okay, yeah we can go to another room. Your pick." He quickly replied.
Draco nodded in response and quickly stood up, offering a hand to Fred to help him up off the floor. He immediately took it, ofcourse. Why wouldn't he? It was another sign of trust. Sure, it may be small, but it's progress.
Draco pulled him up and pulled him over to the luggage. He quickly pulled on the pants he was wearing earlier while Fred got dressed in his forgotten pajamas.
They quikly stuffed any items that were left out into the trunks and bags they had. Fred opened the fusuma and stepped back, he was trying to be a gentlemen.
Draco smiled timidly and made his way though the entrance and into the cold winter air.
Once everything was out of the room and the fusuma was quickly slid shut, Fred began to pick up his and Draco's luggage, except Draco wouldn't let go of his.
"What're you doing?" Draco asked, head tilted slightly to the side in question.
"I was gonna carry your bags for you." He answered.
"It's okay, I got it. But thank you anyway." He offered a small smile and it made Fred's entire body light up with a warm feeling.
"Lead the way, love." He said while staring at the man in front of him lovingly, as there was no other way to stare at him in Fred's mind.
They started walking down the outside of the building, looking for a suitable room. Draco suddenly stopped out of nowhere, or at least how it seemed to Fred, who couldn't see shit in the dark.
Draco gently grabbed his wrist and began pulling him down a new path that was connected to the one they were on. He was pulling Fred as if he were a toddler, but Fred didn't mind. Any sort of bodily contact with the other man was enough for him.
They finally stopped in front of a room at the back of the hotel facing the woods. It wasn't ominous or wary, the dense forest actually seemed quite calm and comfortable.
Draco quickly slid open the fusuma, eager to get a now shivering Fred out of the cold weather, and turned on the light to the inside of the room. It wasn't exactly identical to the other room, but it was very close.
The desk was at the opposite wall of the bed, which was slightly bigger, and there ware plain white lamps at either side of the bed.
Draco quickly pulled Fred through the door way before he slid the fusuma shut. He silently took both of their belongings and set them down around the desk.
When Draco was bending over to make sure everything was stable, as his luggage kept falling over, Fred made an observation on Draco's back.
His wings were still ever present, but he was wearing Fred's shirt, and Fred didn't have wings. There were two large holes in his shirt around Draco's wings. Fred couldn't help but let out a chuckle. How did he not notice earlier?
Draco, who apparently felt a gust of wind on his exposed back, shivered before realizing the shirt was ripped. "I'm sorry," the boy began, turning to Fred with an ounce of fear in his eyes. "I'll buy you a new shirt, hell I might be able to fix this one. I'm really sorry, please don't be mad."
"Mad? Why would I be mad?" Fred asked, he really didn't care about the shirt. "I don't mind, it's okay. And you don't have to buy me a new shirt, I'll just use a repair charm on that one. I promise I'm not mad, love." He said all of this while slowly inching closer to the defensive looking Veela, as if he were a wild animal.
Drac just nodded slowly, but he still looked like he felt really bad.
To fix this, Fred pulled him into a rib crushing hug, hiding his face in the boys soft, fluffy hair. Draco hugged him back with just as much strength, if not more.
Fred pulled back to look at him and smile a blinding smile, before he started peppering kisses all over Draco's face.
He started with his forehead, working his way down to his nose and then his cheekbones, eye lids, the corner of his mouth, all while Draco was giggling like a love sick teenager. It was like music to Fred's ears.
He pressed kisses to the tips of pointy ears, making them twitch under his touch, and he kissed up and down Draco's horns, making sure to show each fracture in the bone as much as the last.
He eventually stopped just for a split second to drink in Draco's smile ridden face. He looked up at Fred with that genuine, heartfelt, absolutely beautiful smile of his. Draco's eyes were full of love, and his face was slightly red.
He was gorgeous.
Cupping his face in his hands, Fred gently pressed his lips to the other's, in a love filled kiss that would stay with him for the rest of his life. It was passionate, yes, but it wasn't heated or hungry. It was just something for them to enjoy in the moment.
Draco pulled away first, with Fred chasing the touch. Draco smiled and pressed a quick peck to the other's lips before pulling away entirely to lead Fred to the bed for more cuddles and a few more hours of sleep before the sun rises.