Draco Malfoy Imagines

Tell Me Something Good

Warnings: mentions of night terrors. HONESTLY IT IS PURE FLUFF. SO MUCH FLUFF I COULD CRY.

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It's dark. It's so so dark. And there's no sign of any light or any markings to show the way.

For a while, you wander in a straight path but then the doubt settles in – are you walking straight? Or did you take a turn back there? Did you turn left, or did you turn right?

It niggles at the back of your mind; countless doubts beginning to haunt you. The path becomes darker – to the point where you no longer know the way you're walking; it could be in a circle for all that you're concerned, or you could be on a path leading to danger.

You don't know.

Panic starts to settle, and your breathe becomes huffs and pants as you push yourself forward. Forward into the darkness; forwards into the unknown.

Who knows where you are? Can he find you? Where's Draco? Can he help?

You look around helpless; there's no sign of anyone else – there's no sign of life whatsoever.

You're all alone.

It's that thought that makes you scream.

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Draco wakes up to your thrashing; arms flying, legs kicking at the quilt. He's used to you fidgeting through the night, but an arm to the face is one way to gain his attention.

He rushes to put the lamp on; concern running through him at the sight of you tangled in the sheets, quiet whimpers leaving your mouth.

"Love, you need to wake up," He rushes out, shaking your shoulder.

His shaking becomes more frantic and his voice more panicked the longer it takes you to wake up, "Wake up! Please... Please wake up!"

You shoot up, almost knocking Draco out in the process. You gasp for air; clawing at your pyjama shirt. Draco grips your hands with one hand; his other hand grasping your chin, making you look at him. Your eyes are wild with panic and Draco has to repress the urge to check the room for anything that could have caused this though he knows the cause is your nightmare.

As your sight clears, you cling to Draco like a scared child. Your fingers holding onto him so tight, he knows he going's to have fingernail imprints in his arms. He hushes you as best as he can; whispering words of comfort and reassurance as he readjusts the pair of you.

"Breathe with me, love," Draco gently commands; his arms tight around you. His chest is pressed against your back so you can feel every inhale and exhale running through his body.

You close your eyes, willing yourself to relax in his arms but the panic and adrenaline coursing its way through your body makes you rigid. You try to match his breathing, but your tears make it hard to follow.

"You know, holding it all in... it doesn't help," Draco murmurs; running his hand through your hair.

"I know," You hiccup, "But I'm not ready to talk about it yet."

"Maybe in the daylight? Everything is less scary in the daylight."

"Daylight sounds good. I like the sound of daylight right now."

Draco chuckles softly; pressing a gentle kiss to the skin just under your earlobe. Your breathing has started to slow down now, and you lean back into his chest; happy to feel him against you.

"Tell me something good," You beg; the words punctuated by your sniffles.

"Something good?" He wonders, "Let's see. Puppies exist, that's something good."

You smile a watery smile, "What else?"

"We have enough cake left from last night's dessert to have it for breakfast."

You nod, "I like the sound of that. Anything else?"

"I think I'm in love with you," Draco whispers; his mouth forming the pronunciation of the words against the bare skin of your shoulder.

You begin to cough; the spluttering overtaking the sobs. You lean away from Draco, coughing into your elbow.

"That wasn't the reaction I was expecting, I have to be honest."

You nod your head; telling you know that but you're a little too preoccupied to be speaking.

Draco sits patiently next to you; an amused expression painted on his face. It takes longer than it should for your coughing fit to pass; each time it gets close, a new one comes on at the sounds of Draco's words replaying through your mind.

"Love?" Draco asks, concerned now.

You reach for the glass of water on the side of your bed, drinking half of it one go. "I'm okay," you hiccup.

Draco's hand rubs comforting circles in the middle of your back, "Are you sure?"

You nod your head, "I'm sure. Thank you for helping me."

He presses a kiss to the side of your head, "Anytime, you know that."

"So you love me?" You question, crossing your legs in bed.

Draco's hand leaves your back to run across the back of his own neck. He smiles shyly at you, "Is that a problem?"

You shake your head, "Not a problem at all. It's nice to hear it out loud."

"So you love me too?"

You grin, "I do. I think I have for a while; definitely since I slept over for the first time."

"That long?" Draco hums.

"That long? It's only been a few months! Forgive me for not saying anything earlier," You laugh.

"I think for me it was the morning after you stayed over for the first time. You were making coffee and it just hit me that what I felt for you was indeed love and that I wouldn't mind watching you make coffee in the morning."

"Draco Malfoy – a romantic," You coo.

"A romantic only for you," He croons.

You nudge him with your shoulder playfully; a small smile gracing your lips. You've calmed down completely now; the fear from your nightmare abated by Draco's help. You yawn once; holding a hand to your mouth and you begin to shiver from how tired you are.

"Do you want to try sleeping again?"

You nod; holding back another yawn, "I think I'm ready to try."

"Alright, let's get comfy."

You settle down into your pillows; adjusting them slightly to fit your head. You pull the quilt up to your shoulders, rolling your side as you do. Draco copies your movements but remains laid on his back; his arm stretches out towards you to which you shuffle so your head is now rested on his shoulder and your arm cuddles his waist. His fingers lazily doodle patterns into your skin, and you can feel your eyes begin to get heavier and heavier.

Pressing a kiss to your forehead, Draco murmurs, "Goodnight."

Half-mumbled, you whisper, "Goodnight."

At the last minute, Draco reaches up and switches off the lamp. The room is plunged back into darkness but the fear you felt in your nightmares has dissipated now that Draco has chased away your terror with words of love and comfort.

In the dark, he whispers, "I love you."

You respond immediately but sleepily, "I love you too."

His words being magic enough to keep any further nightmares at bay.