🌈Ranibow Sprimkle🌈

So, about a year and a half ago I was having a conversation with @secretlycrazyhummingbird and got inspired, so started writing a drabble that... I only just managed to finish lol. Life is really mean sometimes. But! Anyway, here it is! Thanks to @rockmarina for the beta.

TW: Deadnaming and Gender Dysphoria that goes along with that. General Post-war mental health bullshit. I promise there's comfort though!

Everywhere he turned, suddenly, it was back.

Cassie.

As his mother kissed him goodbye, it hissed delicately off her tongue. Soft. Gentle. Cutting.

Cassie.

As he spelled ‘Presbyterian’ without hesitation, it jubilantly crushed him.

Cassie.

As invitations to Young Lady's High Tea arrived, it screamed at him.

Cassie.

And as he tried to flee, it chased him. Hunted him. Clawed him.

Cassie.

“No—”

Cassie!

“I’m—I’m not—”

CASSIE!

"PLEASE!"

“MALFOY!”

Talons gripped where taffeta had sat, rough and steady despite his thrashing.

“Malfoy! Calm down, you’re dreaming!”

The room span and snores surrounded him. A glint of glasses materialised. Hands, strong yet safe, held him. Still his pulse pounded. He grabbed Potter's wrist.

"Potter," he rasped. "What's my name?"

"What?"

"My name, Potter!” He tightened his grip. “What is it?”

"'Malfoy,' you—"

"My first name!"

"Wh— Draco!"

Draco.

Air, sweet and fresh rushed through him.

Draco.

Every muscle trembled.

Draco.

He fell back into his pillows, finally letting Potter go. Potter stumbled back, rubbing his wrist.

“What the fucking hell…”

“Sorry,” Draco breathed, heart hammering. “I— I was— I had—” Fuck.

Potter’s gaze rested heavily on him for a moment before he sighed. “Nightmares are a bitch, aren’t they.”

Draco swallowed hard. “Just a bit.”

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