Over the next week, the frequency in which Draco had strange dreams increased. Draco became certain of one thing. They must have been Harry's memories. That was what they all had in common: Harry and Draco- they were both in every dream.

At first Draco was sure he was imagining it, but then... It was just too real. And when he thought about them, they didn't feel so much like dreams, but more so as actual memories. 

From what Draco could gather, and what his instincts seem to say, was very distinct and peculiar.  The memories pieced together in odd ways, and made connections from supposedly nothing- Draco felt he was missing pieces, yet it still made sense.

Draco had been a Death Eater, or no, he'd had to do some things... His father was in Azkaban. His mother was sorting through the estate. Draco himself was studying, and preparing to be the next Potions professor. 

There were three students in their class that were preparing to be teachers. Harry, Draco, and Neville Longbottom. Longbottom was going to study abroad for a while, and learn as much as he could in person, before Professor Sprout retired. Then the position would be his. Harry and Draco would be professors the following year.

So far the memories he was receiving were from what had been dubbed as his class' "Eighth Year".  It was strange, just knowing the little that he did. Draco could hardly imagine what Harry must be going through.

~~~

The nightmares hadn't ever ended, they hadn't ever gone away. With his heart drumming in his chest, Harry got out of bed, grabbed his map, and snuck out. He didn't walk with a destination in mind, but the walking was almost soothing.

Harry didn't spend much time actually looking at the map, but instead watching the phrases that the marauders would say when he said the wrong thing. It was bittersweet. But Harry took comfort in it. And now, now he could make sure that Moony and Padfoot stayed alive.

Harry turned when a cat's trill sounded in the corridor. Steel padded along beside him as Harry walked and wandered through the corridors. And through the passageways that Harry had discovered with the other eighth years.

Harry found himself enjoying Steel's company. The cat seemed to have a habit of finding him while on his nightly explorations. And for some reason, Harry felt a little bit lighter after. A little less alone. Some nights Hedwig joined them, and Harry got a few laughs out of the two animals' interactions. 

~~~

Harry was convinced that McGonagall's aid qualified for a life debt. Honestly, that's how much it was worth to Harry.

"You seem to be doing rather average." Draco commented quietly to Harry, as professor Flitwick made rounds through the classroom.

"McGonagall is brilliant." Harry said. "She helped me figure it out."

"So you can use your wand again?" Draco asked.

"Oh, no. I'm faking it."

"You are?" Draco's brows rose.

"I'm just holding the wand and making the spell. It's awkward, but hey, I'm not complaining." Harry said happily.

"Not complaining about what?" Blaise asked, tuning into the conversation.

"That I'm not failing to cast my spells." Harry said.

"That's a good thing to not complain about." Blaise agreed. "So what was wrong?"

"I dunno." Harry said.

"Weird." Blaise said. 

Harry missed the brief expression of narrowed eyes from Blaise. Draco lightly glared back at Blaise, and shook his head minutely. Blaise shrugged, and turned back to his charm.

~~~

In the evening, Harry was relaxing in the dorm, sitting on the sofa and practicing his 'spellwork'. Draco was tapping the feathered end of his quill against his cheek as he planned out a portion of his essay.

Draco looked up when Harry gasped beside him, and he found the emerald eyes fixated on the end of Harry's holly wand. 

"What?" Draco asked.

"I-" Harry paused, a small smile forming, awe clear on his face. "I think I can see magic."

"Everyone can see a spell, Potter." Draco said.

"No, not a spell, magic."

"What do you mean?" Draco asked, his curiosity growing.

"Magic." Harry said. "It's..."

The wonder and awe in Harry's eyes made Draco's heart do a somersault. Draco watched Harry's gaze, and it slowly wandered the room. Harry was focused intensely, but the awe was still prominent.

"It's... It's everywhere." Harry said. "It's like little wispy... Wispy colors. Like an oil spill, and mist, and a rainbow... Dancing strings."

Draco couldn't find words to say. "It sounds..."

"It's beautiful." Harry said, and turned to Draco, grinning. "I think I've seen it before, when I used accidental magic..."

"But you're seeing it now without doing that." Draco said.

"Yeah." Harry said. "It's not perfect, I don't think... It doesn't feel like I'm seeing it all. But I'm seeing more than I have before."

"What kind of magic can you see?" Draco asked.

A thoughtful look crossed Harry's face. Somehow they began to explore the limitations of what Harry could see. Draco cast charms and spells, and Harry did his best to spot and identify them. The young men were so enthused that they couldn't keep track of the time.

~~~

"Where is Blaise?" Harry asked, as he and Draco were working on a potions essay in their dorm. "I've hardly seen him around the past few days."

"He's probably off flirting with a certain Ravenclaw." Draco said casually.

"He fancies a Ravenclaw? Who?" Harry asked.

"Promised him I wouldn't tell." Draco replied.

"Oh. Alright."

"Potter." Draco asked after a minute. "Why are you on a first name basis with Blaise?"

"Why, are you jealous?" Harry asked jokingly.

"No." Malfoy claimed.

"Well, I've got nothing against him. There's no need to call him 'Zabini'. It's not like we're enemies." Harry said. "It's really a formality to use surnames, isn't it?"

"I suppose." Draco said. 

"After the war, a lot of us really... We had more in common than we thought we did. We all- we threw formality out the window, I guess." Harry said. "It's a bit hard to be formal with someone when you've both just been woken by nightmares."

"So you weren't the only one?"

"The only one what?"

"The only one with those nightmares."

Harry frowned for a moment. "How did...?"

"I'm a light sleeper." Draco said softly.

"Oh." Harry said. "Um. Yeah. I wasn't the only one. The nightmares were, uh, fairly commonplace."

"Seems difficult to cope with." Draco said.

"It was at first. But we got better. The house elves got a habit of keeping a hot drinks bar stocked, and a cupboard of snacks for the people who couldn't fall back asleep." 

"That's... Nice." Draco said.

"It was." Harry said. "There was a minor dispute when someone added firewhiskey to the drinks bar..."

"Oh? And how did that go?" Draco asked.

"McGonagall ruled that while she wouldn't ban it- since most of us were eighteen- it 'was only to be consumed within the dormitory and common room, and that there would be no drunkards in her school'." Harry said, a small smile on his face.

"McGonagall ruled it?"

"She was Headmistress." Harry said. 

"Then Dumbledore...?" Draco trailed off.

"He died." Harry said.

"Oh."

Silence fell for a few minutes, and they turned back to their work.

"I never did call you Draco." Harry said. "Well, I have, but there was always 'Malfoy' on the end of it."

"Why?" Draco asked.

"Habit, I suppose." Harry said.

"Habit..." Draco said. 

"What do you think?" Harry asked.

"About what?" Draco asked.

"Breaking a habit." Harry said.

"Oh." Draco said.

"I dare you to call me Harry." Harry grinned.

"I'm not a Gryffindor. That won't work on me."

"Blaise calls me Harry. Why can't you?" Harry asked.

"He also calls you Potter." Draco said.

"Only when he's mocking you."

"Why he-" Draco glared, then cleared his throat awkwardly. "I'll have words with him about that."

"Come on Draco, don't be a spoilsport." Harry said.

Draco flushed slightly. "I'll have you know that you're the spoilsport. I've lost my best opponent in Quidditch."

Harry sighed. "It's actually nice to hear you happy about Quidditch."

"I'm not, didn't you hear? You've ruined the fun. I can't beat you if you aren't there." Draco said.

"You couldn't beat me if I was." Harry said.

"Don't think so highly of yourself, Potter." Draco said.

"Harry." Harry said.

Draco shook his head, and turned back to his essay. Harry did the same, with less enthusiasm.

"No, no, Potter, you've mixed those two up." Draco said after a few minutes, having glanced at Harry's essay.

Harry didn't respond, and kept working on his essay. Incorrectly.

"Potter, you've mixed them up- the names are wrong." Draco said again. 

 It then became plainly obvious that Harry was purposely ignoring him. "Potter, stop ignoring me."

Harry didn't give any indication that he'd heard.

Draco sighed. "Harry."

"Yes?" Harry asked, looking up.

"You are so childish."

"Sure. But you should know you're the pot calling the kettle black." Harry said.

Draco looked at Harry with a deadpan expression.

"So, what did you want?" Harry asked.

"You've mixed up the names. I don't even know which you're talking about." Draco said.

"What do you mean?" Harry frowned.

"It's Xorvarrroot and Furgelsap. Not Xorvarrsap and Furgelroot." Draco said.

"Really?" Harry blinked. "Xorvarrroot? But that's too many r's."

"Not that I don't agree, but that's what they were named." Draco said.

Harry looked at his essay. "Well, now none of it makes any sense."

"It really doesn't." Draco agreed.

"Can you tell I only took sixth year potions because it was required to be an Auror?" 

"Did you fail?" Draco asked, a single brow raised.

"No, I was top of my class." Harry said.

Draco choked on his spit. "Excuse me?" 

"Well, Snape finally got the Defence post, so there was a new potions teacher. I happened to be assigned the oldest book in the cupboard, since I didn't know I was taking the class until last minute. There were little notes everywhere. Turns out it was Snape's old textbook, and the notes were his improvements."

"So you got the upper hand in class."

"Hermione said it was cheating. She wasn't the only one."

"It wasn't cheating if the book was assigned to you, was it? You were just stupid for doing something beyond what was instructed." Draco said.

"So you think I wasn't cheating, I was just stupid?"

"That is what I said."

Harry smiled. "That sounds about right, actually."

"It is rather on brand, isn't it?" Draco smirked.

Harry reached forward and picked Draco's essay up off the coffee table, and began to read it.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm reading your essay, can't you see?" Harry replied, not looking up from the parchment.

"Yes, but why?"

"Because it makes sense when you explain it." Harry said.

"Oh." Draco's cheeks warmed slightly.

"Why do your g's and y's have such massive tails?" Harry asked humorously. 

Draco blinked. "I- they just do."

"Mmhmm... Oh. Oh... Yeah, that does make more sense than what I was thinking." Harry commented.

"It would have made sense if you'd payed attention."

"I apologize for 'zoning out'." Harry said, frowning at Draco's essay. He then picked up his quill and began to take notes on his own essay, as if it were a piece of scrap parchment. 

Draco waited for Harry to hand it back to him, and then spent a moment watching Harry begin to write his new essay. Draco shook himself from his accidental staring, and made the final touches to his own essay.

~~~

Harry and Draco watched Blaise get ready for his 'study date' with barely hidden grins.

"Do you think the Ravenclaw's a good pick for him?" Harry asked.

"I can't tell for certain." Draco said. 

"That's fair." Harry agreed, and plopped down on the sofa beside Draco.

"You didn't sleep very well last night." Draco commented.

"Oh. Light sleeper." Harry said. "I thought I put sound wards around my bed?"

"I heard you get up." Draco said.

"Oh." Harry blinked. And sighed.

Draco turned a page in his book. "There's sleeping droughts."

"I know... But I couldn't really use them." Harry said.

"Why not?" Draco asked.

"Well, the ones that just help you fall asleep also keep you from waking up. Which isn't a good thing when I have to watch Teddy. Besides, they aren't good to take regularly."

"And the dreamless droughts?"

Harry went eerily still for a moment. "Those ones... I didn't like them. Or like, how they made me feel."

"What do you mean?" Draco asked.

"It was... It was just too empty."

"Oh." Draco thought he understood. Then he realized that he wasn't supposed to know who Teddy was. "Who's Teddy?"

"Teddy?" Harry asked.

"You said you watched Teddy." Draco said.

"Oh. I, I did, didn't I. Teddy is my godson. He's about eight months old. At least, he was." Harry said.

"Wow." Draco said.

Harry yawned, then twisted so he could throw his knees over the armrest. Then he plopped down and set his head on Draco's lap. Draco blinked rapidly and stared at Harry's head on his lap for several moments. He blushed, and forcefully turned back to reading his book.

For the first few minutes, Draco was very distracted. He couldn't focus on his reading at all. He kept watching Harry, who was practicing magic. Wandlessly, orbs of Lumos popped into existence, and orbited around Harry's hands.

Eventually Draco managed to focus back on his book, and Harry changed up the spells he was forming. Absently, one of Draco's hands played with Harry's dark locks. In his drowsiness, Harry didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

When Blaise returned from his study date, he walked in cheerily, and closed the door behind him. Then he turned around and saw his two dormmates on the sofa. His jaw dropped, and he pointed from Harry to Draco, and back and forth between the two of them.

Draco blushed brightly. "Er-"

Blaise silently flashed a double thumbs-up to Draco. Then he began to laugh as silently as possible.

Draco looked down to see how Harry was reacting to this, only to find out that he had fallen asleep. "Oh." Draco said quietly.

"So," Blaise said quietly, smirking. "I see the two of you are getting along."

"It is not what it looks like." Draco said.

"Are you sure you know what it looks like?" Blaise asked.

"Blaise, nothing happened." Draco said.

"Aw, but you look so domestic." Blaise said sweetly.

Draco made to swipe at Blaise, but the other boy stepped out of reach. Draco glared at Blaise. "It's nothing." Draco said. "Harry was tired, he probably didn't realize what he was doing."

"Harry, huh?" Blaise said, wiggling his brows.

Draco covered his face with a hand. "It's just a name."

"So whipped." Blaise grinned.

Draco only blushed more.

~~~

"Harry." Draco asked, "Have you figured out the pensieve yet?"

"Oh. I probably could. Yeah." Harry said. "Why?"

"You had a memory you wanted to show me." Draco said.

"Oh. I did." Harry said. "Do you have anything you need to do?"

"Not at the moment." Draco replied.

"Alright." Harry said. "Alright. Um, follow me then, I guess."

Harry led him to the Room of Requirement. Draco's eyes were just as wide as Harry's, though for different reasons. Draco hadn't expected a door to appear in the wall. Harry hadn't expected to see layers of magic he couldn't even hope to understand.

"Right. Here we are." Harry said, and opened the door. Draco followed him inside.

In the center of the room, a pensieve stood on a pedestal. 

A/N

I hope you all had a happy new year and are doing ok.

Look at that Drarry tho