" b e a u t y & l o v e ; its inside of you ,"

Harry startled awake, the cool shiver of sweat trailing a salty trickle down his spine. He sat up and looked to the left of him, the shape of something resembling human hidden beneath mounds of blankets, nothing to be seen but a few messy tufts of soft blond hair.

He’d been having the same nightmares again, so vivid; so startling. He wasn’t even quite sure if he was afraid of them anymore, and yet, every night he woke in a panic, fear clenching his chest in a painful vice.

Harry scrubbed a hand along his face, wiping it clean of sweat. He stood quietly and shuffled to the bathroom, making quick and quiet work of washing his face with a cool, damp cloth. When he came back into the bedroom, he changed his shirt to that of a clean, plain white tee, discarding the previous, sweat drenched garment in the nearest clothing pile. Draco would have a fit when he saw that in the morning, the untidy mess he’d so carelessly left. But he had time till then, so he yawned tiredly and sat back on the edge of his side of the bed, not too worried about his spouses wrath. True, Draco was a cold, and to the point business man by day, but by night, he was Harry’s doting husband, his tenderness so earnest, it was hard to believe the hate the pair had once shared.

A hand placed gently on the small of Harry’s back, and he turned his head to smile at Draco’s sleepy face.

“Wha’s’a matter, ‘arry?” Draco’s voice was hoarse with sleep, his words sloppy and careless. Still, he smiled at Harry and tugged on him till he was nestled into Draco’s warm side, his head resting gently on his shoulder. Draco leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the top of Harry’s head. “I love you,” he yawned at the end, turning and cuddling into Harry, using him as his own, personal teddybear.

Harry chuckled and purred in response, body relaxing and molding into Draco’s, fitting like a glove. “Love you too, darling.”

(Source: prettifuls)