My head was a mess. It had been for the past few days now.

It didn't take a genius to puzzle the pieces together by now. There were so many; it would've been a miracle if I didn't realise they were talking about Voldemort and me.

I should've known when they first mentioned 'the dark lord', but I was too naive to do so. And a good percentage in me simply didn't want to understand. Part of me still didn't want to.

It took me a few days to wrap my head around, at first.

Not that finding alone time was hard, now that Draco was back at the point where he was ignoring me to the best of his abilities.

This back and forth was simply going to be the death of me.

I could tell he was trying to be as nice about it as he possibly could, but he still ended up being rude and kind of disrespectful.

It was annoying, really. I didn't need a knight in shining armour to save me. I was able to take care of myself perfectly well. I was tired of boys thinking I couldn't.

If he would just talk to me; tell me what was going on, and how I could help him fix it.

Whatever it was.

But he didn't. And I had enough dignity left not to beg him to do so. Again.

Add the fire at the burrow into all of that, and you'd understand why I was completely and utterly exhausted from life itself.

I will repeat myself when I say this, but why did these things always happen to Harry when I wasn't there?

My nights were pretty much restless. All I was doing was counting down the days until my brother would be back at Hogwarts so that I could keep an eye on him.

It seemed like that was more necessary than the other way around.

Now, I had just woken up from my second nightmare in a single night. I managed to fall back asleep after the first one; but, as lucky as I was recently, it just triggered a worse one.

So, I was completely awake in an empty dorm, with nothing but the sound of my heavy breathing to listen to.

Usually, when I had nightmares like this one, I'd wake up Wren, and we'd talk until I felt comfortable enough to close my eyes again.

Though, unfortunately, this time she wasn't here. Nobody was.

I cursed myself when I thought of Draco again. He was here; he was the only one who was here.

I quickly rid myself of the idea, noting how stupid it sounded while I did so before trying to close my eyes once more. But nothing. My body was awake and ready to run a marathon; it seemed.

It was only 2 am.

I groaned when I sat back up, rubbing my eyes and stretching the muscles that had gone dormant during my time in bed.

And then I tried it all. I took a shower. I walked around my dorm. Then, I walked around the common room, thinking that walking in bigger circles might tire me; but none of that made me any sleepier.

I was sprawled across the couch in the common room now, the fireplace illuminating the room just slightly while I enjoyed the warmth it was radiating.

And when an hour had passed, and I was still wide awake, I simply couldn't help myself. And I regretted my action as soon as my knuckles hit the door to his dorm.

I was almost relieved when Draco didn't open, exhaling loudly as I turned around to walk down the corridor again. But then I heard the door creak behind me.

"Y/n?" He asked, his voice rough and sleepy.

I turned around and just looked at him. Admired the way he looked even though he quite literally just rolled out of bed.

"I'm sorry," I quickly muttered, completely regretting ever coming here. "I shouldn't have- I'm sorry, you were sleeping and I just-" I rambled on, an apologetic expression on my face.

But he didn't seem angry or annoyed that I was here. Instead, his eyes quickly looked up and down the corridor once, before taking my hand in his, his brows raised.

"What is it?" He asked, concerned, genuine worry in his eyes.

"I just, uh, can't sleep. I've been having these nightmares recently-" At that, the blonde pulled me into his room and closed the door behind me before I even finished my sentence. "I'm sorry, I just didn't know where else to go."

He shook his head, walking over to his bed to sit on it. "Stop apologising," He simply said before his eyes snapped in my direction.

I was still standing by the door, and his eyebrows were raised while he motioned for me to take a seat on the other side of his bed.

"So, what do you usually do when this happens?" He asked casually, crawling back under his blanket and holding it up for me to do the same.

I eyed first him and then the blanket suspiciously, but slipped under it, anyway.

It was hard not to think about the things that happened the last time I was here. The memory alone made me blush, and I quickly tried to snap myself out of the thought.

"Well, usually Wren is there. And then we just talk, I guess. Until we both fall asleep," I shrugged while I tried to find a comfortable position in the relatively small bed. They really weren't meant for two people.

We ended up laying on our sides, looking at each other with only inches between us. Though, for some reason, I was completely comfortable this way.

"That sounds fun," He huffed, a faint smile on his lips.

"It does?"

"Yeah." He thought for a second and then continued speaking. "Whatever happened with Pansy and Wren?" He asked, and I furrowed my brows in confusion.

"What?"

"The love potion, remember? Don't tell me your short-term memory is that bad," He snickered, amusement lacing his voice.

I shook my head slightly. "I remember just fine," I protested sarcastically. "We never confronted her because it was obviously meant for you, and not Wren. And then we just kind of forgot about it."

Which reminded me, I didn't make nearly enough fun of her for the whole thing.

He raised his brows at my explanation, a humoured expression on his face.

"It was most definitely not for me. Merlin, are you that oblivious, Y/n?" He chuckled. "I guess I should've known you and your brother share something."

"Hey!" I exclaimed, trying to sound offended; though, I'm sure the smile on my lips gave me away. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying," He began, a smirk on his lips. "Pansy practically described Wren in three words when she smelled that Amortentia."

"What- No way-"

What was it she smelled, again? Chocolate, vanilla, and a burnt-out fireplace?

"Holy shit." My furrowed brows quickly raised, and my eyes widened at the realisation, while Draco looked at me proudly, his arm propping him up on the bed while his head was lazily resting in his hand.

"I should've expected it from you. But Inkwood is usually a little quicker when it comes to these things," He observed, the smirk still on his lips while he shook his head slightly.

"Ouch," I noted with a huff before he rolled his eyes at me.

We talked for a lot longer, about this and that.

The urge to bring up what I heard grew stronger throughout the whole conversation, but at the same time, I was enjoying the way it was now.

Even though he might go back to completely ignoring me tomorrow, right now everything was simple. Just the way I wanted it to be; the way I needed it to be.

And I didn't want to ruin that.

It was comforting. Feeling the heat his body was radiating under the covers, watching his chest rise and fall evenly, and listening to his calm voice that made my eyes heavy and my breathing deeper as I fell asleep to the sound of it.

A/N: Aren't they just the cutest? If only it weren't for Draco and his mood swings lmfao

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