Im so pissed.
I changed my password on my phone (i have my finger print on it but i need a back up password,) and so i had to reboot it or whatever bc it was laggy, right? So, the thing is, whenever i reboot my phone i cant use my fingerpint, and have to stick to the passcode.
Guess what.
I forgot my bloody passcode.
So i has to restart my whole bloody phone and im so pissed I want to throw myself off a bridge.
I also had to re-download ALL MY MUSIC WHICH IS OVER 100 SONGS.
Kms

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Draco awoke to a loud screech coming directly from Harry's room.
He took no time in bolting out of his bed.
He grabbed his wand from his night side table and swung his door opened, running across the hall to Harry's room.

"Harry?!" Draco called, banging on the door, before mumbling "Alohomora" to unlock the door.

As soon as he heard the small 'click' of the door unlocking, he swung it opened.

"Harry?" Draco called once more, flicking Harry's light on.

Harry was in a tangled mess of blankets and sweat... on the floor.
His eyes were jammed closed and his eyebrows were knitted together in worry.

"Harry, hey, hey," Draco soothed, dropping to his knees.

He placed his wand down next to him and gently placed Harry's head in his knee's; tenderly brushing Harry's sweaty hair back.

"Harry," Draco said softly, "it's just a dream, it's okay,"

Harry began clawing at his neck as if something were around it trying to choke him.

"Harry," Draco called once more, worry laced in his tone.
He pulled Harry's hands away from his neck, "Harry wake up!"

Harry just struggled more, as if trying to escape someone's grasp.

"Harry, please," Draco pleaded.
He winced once Harry let out another scream, before slapping Harry's cheek in an attempt to wake up him.

The screaming stopped instantly, and Harry's eyes snapped opened, his pupils dilating to the sudden light.
"Harry, hey," Draco said softly, running his hand through his dark locks, "hey," Draco repeated.

Harry blinked, "wha..." he trailed off, his eyebrows knitted in confusion.

Then, as of it all just came collapsing onto him, he began crying.
It wasn't bad, at first. It was just a few tears. But it escalated quite quickly.

"Hey, hey, hey," Draco cooed, "come on, it's okay.. it was just a dream,"

He pulled Harry up to his knees and cupped his cheeks.

"Harry, hey, look at me," Draco ordered, "Harry," He repeated, wiping a few stray tears away with his thumb, "look at me."

Harry slowly opened his eyes, as if he were scared it wasn't actually Draco sitting in front of him, "hey, hey," Draco soothed once more, "it's okay, it was just a dream."

Harry shook his head.

"Come on, let's get you to bed."

Just as Draco was about to stand up, Harry gripped his wrist, pulling him back into place, "please don't go,"

"I'm not-"

"Please."

Draco nodded, "okay, okay, here," He pulled off the rest of the blankets and pillows off Harry's bed and places them around the floor, afterwards he grabbed his wand. He gave it a slight flick, which triggered the lights to go off. He then mumbled an enchantment, causing stairs and planets to swirl over Harry's ceiling.

He laid next to Harry, "C'mere," He opened his arms, inviting Harry in.
Harry quickly took the offer, and curled into Draco's arm, enjoying his boyfriends embrace.

Boyfriend. Harry thought, I never thought I'd ever use that word... especially for Draco Malfoy.

It was quiet for several moments, Harry almost thought Draco had fallen back asleep before he spoke.

"How long have you been having nightmares?" Draco asked softly.
Harry felt Draco's chest hum every time he spoke.

"...since fourth year," Harry answered truthfully. "They got much worse since sixth- or maybe seventh? I can't remember."

"You've been dealing with this type of stuff for over four years now?" Draco asked, his tone laced with concern.

"Well, actually, before they were just small nightmares of the Dursleys-"

"Who?"

"My aunt and uncle, that I lived with since my parents died... so forever. Well, I mean, I moved out a couple years ago, and have been staying with the Weasley's."

Draco scowled to himself, "what we're they like?"

"Who? My aunt and uncle?"

Draco hummed in response.

"Bloody awful." Harry replied.

"How so?"

"I don't want to explain it... you'll just pity me."

"Harry," Draco started, "when have I ever Pitied you?"

Harry paused, rethinking. It was true. Draco never really did pity him. Sure, he could tell not long ago he felt bad for him, but he never really Pitied him. So, deciding it was best to let things out, he opened up to him.

"Alright," Harry begun, "but just saying, not even Ron or Hermione got anything out of me until a few years of us being friends... so consider yourself lucky."

Draco smirked, proud that he beat Harry's two best friends at getting him to open up.

"I'm not very good at explaining things, especially things about me, so don't expect a long ass story. I'll keep it sweet and simple." Harry warned, "Anyway. There's not much to share. I lived in a cupboard under the stairs most my life, I've been beaten at and picked on by my cousin, Dudley, for most my life as well. My aunt and uncle never really showed any affection towards me, especially with their son around. They always yelled at me. Never hugged me or anything. They starved me. Literally, starved me. I rarely ate, except for when I messed up breakfast lunch or dinner, I'd eat whatever I burnt... but burning food usually came with a beating. So I would normally sneak food late at night, when I thought my aunt and uncle were sleeping... man, it was hell whenever they caught me. They emotionally abused me, sometimes physically... but that was rare, it was mainly Dudley. Anyways. They tried keeping me away from Hogwarts, multiple times... but I always found a way here anyway. And... the Weasley's helped me anytime I needed. And... that's it. That's my whole life."

Draco was speechless.

"I... never knew you're life was that bad." He stated. "I knew you were abused but..." Draco trailed off.

Harry shrugged.

For once, Draco Pitied him. He knew he said he wouldn't, and he wouldn't tell Harry he did, but he was just full of sorrow for him. His life seemed bloody awful, and Draco knew for a fact he just made his life worse back then at hogwarts. The one place Harry felt safe, and Draco ruined it.

"What about you?" Harry asked. "What's your tragic backstory?"

Draco laughed dryly, "definitely not the best."

"Do share."

He sighed, "Alright. I'll keep it short and sweet, like you, Scarhead." Draco smirked, but it quickly faded as he began sharing his own story, "My father was never really around. Neither was my mother. Well, I mean, they were home a lot. They just never payed much mind to me. My mother did try, but she was always called from my father. She gave me the most affection, of course." He explained, swallowing as memories flooded him.

"My dad always told me that love was as good as being vulnerable constantly. It left me weak - so he said. He raised me roughly. He... hit me, quite often. He taught me that mud - muggle borns weren't meant to be here. He told me they should be killed. All of them. And he taught me that purebloods were the... 'best.' Sounds childish, doesn't it? Anyways, that's just the beginning...

"over the years it got worse. Much worse. My father was a Death Eater his whole life... and once Voldemort returned, my father housed him in our mansion. He lived in my house, Harry. That awful... thing. I was furious, but I couldn't say anything against the dark lord, or else I'd be killed. He forced me, his own son to become a death eater. Merlin, that mark ruined my entire family." He paused, blinking away the memory of Voldemort torturing him.

"Voldemort was worse than him, of course. He used unforgivables on me multiple times - except the killing curse, obviously. Though, he did threaten me with it. He ordered my father to do them as well... he didn't even hesitate when he used them. It was as though he's been wanting to use them on me. Waiting." Draco blinked. "anyway. Voldemort sent me on multiple missions to try and kill Dumbledore, as you know. Each time I failed one he'd use the torture curse on me. And... that's all. That's my story."

This time Harry was speechless. Draco's  life was so much worse than his. He almost felt bad for complaining about his own life.

"I'm sorry." Harry said, finally.

Now it all made sense. As to why Draco bullied him. He was taught to hate him. Ordered. But he just needed help. And... why he was so scared of getting the Death Eaters set on him. He's been there.

I mean-- so has Harry. But Draco lived with them... he was one.

"It's not your fault. Now go to bed-"

"No, Draco, I'm really sorry." Harry stated.

He pushed himself up on his elbow, looking down at Draco, "If I would've accepted your friendship in first year, you wouldn't of gone through that mess. I could've helped you."

"Or I could've dragged you down that awful hole. Harry, it isn't your fault. I was an arse. If you would've befriended me, V... Voldemort would've gotten me to kill you as soon as possible. I would've dragged you down so quickly." Draco explained. "trust me, it's for the best. And let's stop talking about our past, it's depressing."

Harry frowned. "fine." He sunk back into Draco's embrace, the smell of pine immediately filling his senses.

"Goodnight, Ferret."

"Goodnight, Scarhead."