For the drabbles: fluffy 5 and angst 3? ❤️❤️🥰🥰
Thanks for the prompt @triggerlil! I hope you like where I went with it! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
"Why are you awake right now?" and "OH you're jealous!"
Midnight Musings
Grumbling to himself, Draco sat upright in his bed, crossing his arms over his updrawn knees.
He was being ridiculous, he knew, but that had never stopped him before. He was entitled to his feelings, and he'd feel them, no matter how ridiculous.
"Draco?" a voice called in the darkness, and Draco jolted, then cursed his foolishness.
Sighing, he turned and pulled the curtain back to join his roommate. "Why are you awake right now?" he asked, scrubbing a hand over his face.
"Couldn't sleep," Greg muttered, and Draco knew from his downcast eyes he'd had another nightmare.
"Me either," he offered.
"S'pose that's what happens after a war," Greg said sagely, his large shoulders slumped in resignation.
"What happened to your Dreamless Sleep?"
He shook his head, still refusing to meet Draco's eye. "Ran out, an' Pomfrey don't want to give me more. She says it's addictive."
Draco frowned. "You're still within the low-risk window," he argued, but Greg shrugged. "I'll talk to McGonagall in the morning."
"If you think it'll help. Why are you up?"
Draco flinched. He'd been hoping Greg wouldn't bother asking. After the debacle of the last two years, Draco had made a promise to himself and his friends: honesty, at all costs.
"I couldn't sleep," he said, hoping it would be enough.
It wasn't.
"Thinking of Potter again?"
"When am I not?" he asked with a wry smile. "Did you see him in the Great Hall tonight? He sat at the Ravenclaw table with Loony Loveg—"
"Don't call her that," Greg warned, his fists clenching in a show of strength he hadn't used since their eighth year began.
"I'm sorry, I forgot. I just— haven't you noticed? They've been spending an awful lot of time together, lately."
Greg frowned for a moment, then a slow smile spread across his face. "Oh, you're jealous!"
"What?" Draco scoffed. "I'm not— Tha-that's ridiculous, why would I be—"
But Greg simply stared at him, the knowing look still somehow unexpected, even after years of friendship and intimate knowledge of just how intuitive the man was.
"Fine, I'm jealous. Are they a thing? Have you heard anything?"
Chuckling, Greg shook his head. "She tells me they're just friends, but you go right on being jealous. Maybe it'll give you the nerve to do something about your feelings."
Without another word, Greg turned and flopped himself back into his bed, leaving Draco staring at the spot in the darkness where he'd been. Sighing, Draco retreated behind the curtains of his own four-poster. He felt somewhat better, but Greg's words stayed with him, long after sleep came.
Ahhhhh!!! Amazing!!!!! This is SUCH a good way to pin these two prompts together! And I love the relationship between Draco and Greg!!!! Yessss :D
