dream • 017 • canon update

[mudbloodhater]

Warnings • spoilers for Deathly Hallows (book version), and some head canon.
Effects • none.

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[greencinderella]

[Narcissa was sleeping right next to him when he woke up. She shot up from the commotion, seeing that Draco in his state. She'd be more happy about it if he wasn't so hysterical.]

Shh, darling. [She says softly and holds his body close to her, rubbing his back softly to soothe him. Her hold is tight to reassure him that she's there.]

Everything is alright now.

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[mudbloodhater]

[Merlin, does she even know? That one minute he had only Harry's word to take for everything that happened the last year, and now he remembers it all? Not clearly, per se, but enough to say that he has the gist of it all.

[His breath catches in his throat, his body shaking again with nauseated tremors; he's sure he's rocking back and forth where he sits. How did she get there so fast? He doesn't know. Not even her touch seems to be able to soothe him.

[He watched Crabbe die. He knows that his aunt lies dead somewhere on the grounds of Hogwarts. He barely escaped death himself. He lets loose a soft sob, voice cracking then. He can cry in front of his mother.]

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[greencinderella]

[Narcissa just holds him tightly and rocks back and forth with him, giving him light kisses on the forehead. She doesn't say anything, there's no need to as of yet. She'll talk when Draco's ready. Cissa's not sure why he woke up like this, but it's bringing tears to her eyes.]

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[mudbloodhater]

[it takes a while, enough internal reassurances that what he saw was merely a dream - not that he believes it; he's heard the truth about the war back home - and that what he has here is unfettered and pure, for him to finally slow his breathing and tears. The latter continues at a slow trickle, fat drops running down his face as he leans against Narcissa, one arm wrapping around her as best it can; the former, still slightly pained, as if his chest is tight.

[He breaks the relative silence between them then, never once looking up.] D-did you see it, M-Mother?

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[greencinderella]

[She wipes some of those tears away with her thumbs and keeps rubbing his back softly.]

See what, dear?

[mudbloodhater]

The d-dream. [he keeps his eyes shut while she brushes away his tears, making sure he doesn't get poked accidentally. Not that she would. Finally he glances around, looking where he knocked the Dreamberry to the floor.] That's wh-what woke me up.

[greencinderella]

[And that's exactly what Narcissa was afraid of. All these people she didn't know were saying that they rest "peacefully" in these sleep comas. Obviously, that wasn't the case at all, and if it were up to her she'd hex the ingrates that told her otherwise for lying to her. Her poor Draco had to experience a horrible nightmare in his comatose state and there was nothing Narcissa could do about it.

She breaks away from Draco to cup his cheeks so he'll look in her eyes, wiping off some more tears that had escaped. Another kiss to his forehead before she speaks again. Her voice is very soft.]

Tell me what happened, Draco.

[mudbloodhater]

[he seems to calm slightly. Either that, or he looks just slightly deranged. Draco lets out a shaky sigh and shrugs, as if trying to just avoid it entirely.]

It was just...everything. I don't know how to say it.

[greencinderella]

[That's alright, he can tell her when he's calmed down. She doesn't mind.]

Well it's all over now. [She strokes his hair a little, getting some out of his face. He's not hyperventilating now, but still.] Please try relax, darling. [And with that, she pulls him in an embrace.]

Everything is going to be alright. [Whispering that in his ear and kisses his cheek, rubbing his back again.]

[mudbloodhater]

[he squirms slightly in her arms, giving her a look that suggests he doesn't believe her in the slightest - a first, really.]

Mother...I don't think it is. I...I know what I saw. I know what happened. I-

[he scrubs his face with one hand, trying to worm himself out of bed so he can go wash his face and take the longest hot shower ever.] I just watched two years of my life go by in a matter of minutes. Everything that I didn't understand before, that I needed Harry or Ron or Hermione to explain to me... Now I know exactly what happened. [and he's shaky again. Just thinking about it is making him so nauseous.]

[greencinderella]

[Narcissa slowly stands up at Draco's words, looking at him skeptically.]

Did you dream about the war, Draco?

[mudbloodhater]

[he gestures towards his Dreamberry weakly.]

It's all right there, Mother.

[greencinderella]

[Narcissa looks at the dreamberry for awhile before she decides to pick it up. She's still skeptical.]

Are you sure, Draco? [It was traumatizing for him, after all.]

[mudbloodhater]

I'm sure. [he waves his hand slightly more forcefully towards the device, drawing his legs up against his chest. He's got to get comfortable. But closing his eyes tends to bring back images of Crabbe dropping down into the Fiendfyre.]

[greencinderella]

[She's still skeptical about it, but picks up the dreamberry and eyes the screen. As the dream began to play, Narcissa stood still and remained silent. A few gasps can be heard as tears formed. She began to shake at the scene of Crabbe falling into the Fiendfyre. When the dream ended, she dropped the dreamberry.]

Oh, Draco.

[She pulls Draco in another tight embrace, a lot tighter than before.]

I'm so sorry.

[mudbloodhater]

[he's still somewhat stiff when she hugs him, though he leans into the embrace, resting his head on her shoulder somewhat.]

It's not your fault, Mother.