Okay so I had a dream about this, and no it's not a three way relationship. This is an angsty chapter, but there will fluff at the end. Basically during the hunt for horcruxes Harry would sleep in Hermiones bed if he had nightmares after Ron left, but when Ron came back Harry stopped, because he was still sharing a bunk bed. There will be slight Drarry, but what else would you expect.

Harry woke up panting, quickly throwing the blankets off him. He lay shivering, hoping the Nightmares would leave him alone if he went back to sleep, but he knew they wouldn't. He glanced around the room, hoping to calm down, but he saw the Death Eaters appearing from the shadows, ready to kill him. He turned the light on with a flick of his wand, and tried to calm down. No need to do anything, they're not real, just go back to sleep Harry. He scolded, running a hand through his hair.

He slowly lay back down, staring at the ceiling, all the while keeping the lights on. He stayed that way for five minutes, but the memories became to much for him. He swung his legs off the bed and grabbed his slippers. He grabbed his glasses of the night table, and pushed them onto his face. He pushed his slippers onto his feet and stood up, meandering his way to the door.

He took a deep breath and opened his door, quickly moving into the room opposite of his. He could hear light snoring coming from the room next to it, showing Ron was fast asleep. As he shut the door quietly, he thanked Merlin that the eighth years all had their own rooms and tower. He turned around and saw Hermione's sleeping form under the blanket, and moved to get in the bed with her. He walked to the side of the bed by the wall and crawled under the covers, quickly cuddling up to her. He pulled his glasses off and placed them onto the floor.

"Harry?" Hermione's sleepy voice came through, "What are you doing here?" She sat up and blinked blearily. Harry cursed himself for waking her, and whispered back.

"Nightmare." Hermione nodded sleepily and lay back down, quickly falling back asleep. Harry lay under the covers, and it took him a while to fall asleep, but while he was waiting for sleep to claim him, he was also wondering how he had come across such wonderful friends, who stuck with him through thick and thin. As he finally began to drift off, he heard the door open, you're paranoid, he told himself. And snuggled into his pillow and Hermione's embrace. But what if the door did open? He pushed these thoughts away and closed his eyes.

•••••••••••Morning••••••••••••••••

Harry woke up to a sound of confusion. "Ron? But Harry came in last night!" He heard Hermione exclaim, but he ignored her and burrowed deeper into his pillow, refusing to get up.

"Why is Harry is your bed?" Ron exclaimed jealously, sitting up from his position on the other side of Hermione. Harry sat up and blinked blearily at his ginger friend.

"She's warm and she cuddles!" He said happily, slurring his words together, tired. Hermione spoke quickly, "Its not what you think! Harry had a nightmare and he came in here because, he was scared. You know when you were little and you had a nightmare? You went to your mom's room and slept with her in the bed, or brought her to your room. Same thing happened here." Harry's sleepy mind was having trouble keeping up, but he dimly realized that Hermione had compared herself to being his mother.

Ron nodded, his angry expression sliding off, replaced by one of concern. "Harry, mate, what was your nightmare about?"

Harry grabbed his glasses from off the floor where he left them, avoiding Ron's gaze. He grabbed a pillow and placed it in his lap. "It was a blood bath. Everyone died, their faces twisted in agony, and it was all my fault. I had made a choice that caused everyone but me to die. My parents came back, hissing in my face, telling me I wasn't worth their lives, and I should have died, not them." Harry took a deep breath, but couldn't hold in the rattling sobs. He made as if to continue, but Hermione pulled him into her lap, massaging his shoulders, as his tears soaked through her pajama shirt. "Harry, the deaths were Voldemort's fault, not yours! I promise nobody blames you!" Harry nodded, sniffling but continued resting his head in her shoulder, softly crying.

Ron bounced up, and ran down stairs to the Eighth year kitchens, slamming the door behind him. He ran into the kitchen, having a house elf conjure a warm cup of tea, and walked back, careful not to spill. He quickly returned with a cup of tea, which he handed to Hermione, as Harry was too weak to hold it on his own. She smiled gratefully at him, ignoring the fact that he was admiring her soaked through shirt. She held Harry until his tears stopped, and sat him against the headboard with his warm cup of tea. Ron went back down to the Eighth year kitchens, and pulled together breakfast for all of them, making sure the house elves got it right. He came back into the room balancing trays laden with hot food.

Harry's watered smile made an appearance, although he seemed embarrassed when she left to change her pajamas. "Now Harry, we are going to have a relaxation day!" Hermione said brightly from the closet. Ron looked up from his breakfast as Hermione re-entered the room. "I will have to alter the plans because you aren't girls, but I'll see what I can find!"

Hermione went over to her shelves and pulled out a huge book. "Breakups....flu.....Ah! Relaxation!" Ron looked at her as if she was nuts.

"'Mione? How is this book going to help us?" Hermione sighed.

"Ron, I made this book with my dormates in third year. It has every day planned out for bad scenarios, it's a girls day book. Of course there are nightmare ones, but those are really girly. The relaxation can be tweaked slightly, and nightmare stuff can be added in, as long as we record it after. We each came up with a different day for each scenario."

Harry looked at his plate, wondering how on earth he was going to eat it, barely catching snippets of Ron and Hermione's conversation. He took a bite of his egg and put the plate down. Just then, two large masses came flying towards him. "Cuddles are the first remedy for nightmares!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly. She and Ron snuggled up on either side of Harry, shushing all of Harry's complaints by squashing him in between them. They all looked up at the knock on the door.

"Come in! But if we don't like you, don't!" Ron yelled, grinning as Hermione giggled. The door opened and a red head peeked in. "Do I qualify as liking?" The youngest Weasley asked with a grin.

"We are having a day, from the big book of boo-boos!"

Ginny gasped and looked over their position. "Nightmare?"

Ron and Harry stared at her in astonishment. "How'd you know?" Harry sputtered out.

"You're cuddling, which is also a remedy for breakups, but Ron is in Hermione's room so check, and Harry is refusing to tell us who he's dating so check."

Ginny walked in and closed the door. She pulled off her Gryffindor red bathrobe, revealing her pink pajamas underneath. "Pink?!?" Ron asked in surprise. "They were really cheap and they're comfortable." She said shortly, before clambering onto the bed, joining the Harry sandwich.

Harry chuckled, "Malfoy had those, he gave them to her because they were too small for him. Everyone always assumes he wears silk pajamas, but in all honesty he wears old t-shirts and boxers to bed." Harry's face had taken on a dreamy look.

"Harry?" Ginny asked carefully. "It's just a coincidence that because Malfoy had to stay with Parkinson that you came to Hermione last night right?"

Harry looked at her blushing. "Yes! Why else would I come? I feel safe sleeping around her!" he said defensively. Ginny smirked, but settled down with her head on his lap, smiling up at his face, as he absentmindedly trailed his hands through her hair. Ron stuck out his legs on top of her lap. "Ronnikens I am not your girlfriend!"

She said sharply, smiling at the blushes on Ron and Hermione's faces. "And Harry isn't your boyfriend and yet you feel the need to lay your head on his lap!" Ron said, watching as the blush formed on his sisters face.

Harry continued running his hands through her hair, making tiny braids and quickly undoing them, he seemed calmed by it. "I'll have you know, when he stayed over and he had a nightmare, he would accidentally crawl into my bed occasionally, instead of Hermione's. He would braid my hair, or just mess around with it, but it was the only thing that could calm him down!"

Harry looked up suddenly, an urgent thought striking him. "I told my, ummm lover? To meet me in my room in ten minutes!" He said, shocked the time had passed so quickly, and pleased to say the nightmare remedies work.

Hermione and Ginny pushed him off the bed and marched him out of her room, and across the hall into his. They sat him on the bed and quickly clambered into his closet. Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair. "You can't hide in there just to see who I'm dating!" He said exasperated.

"Can too, just did!" Ginny said snarkily, sticking out her tongue. She sat more comfortably on the box in the closet.

Harry lay on his back, wondering how he ended up with such stubborn loyal friends. He heard the door creak open, but ignored it, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "Potter! Can't even stay awake until I come see you?" Draco asked from beside the door.

Harry sat up, smiling ruefully. "Well I'm tired!" He said defensively, although a blush spread across his face. Draco chuckled and moved over to the bed, sitting next to Harry.

Harry quickly leaned back against his chest, and Draco pulled them down on the pillows. Draco looked around the room, and his eyes lingered on the closet. The closet was watching him with a look of astonishment. "Love, would you mind explaining why your closet has four eyes?" Harry's eyes popped open and sat up with a start

. "I told you two to leave!" He shouted angrily. The door to the closest slid open slowly, and a bashful Hermione and Ginny stepped out.

"Ooh scandalous, I thought Granger was dating her brother! It's like a bad soap opera!" Draco mocked, watching as their faces turned as red as Ginny's hair.

Harry twisted around and glared at him, while Draco put his hands in the air sheepishly, with the smirk still on his face. Hermione spoke first, ignoring the glare coming from Harry. "I knew you were gay, but I never knew you liked Slytherins." She said calmly.

Harry dropped his glare and looked at her surprised. "How'd you know I was gay?"

"You slept in the same bed with me, cuddled with me, and never once blushed or looked uncomfortable." She said matter of factly.

Ginny grinned from the other side. "You never got uncomfortable sleeping next to me either!" She pointed out. Draco looked at them with a weird look in his eyes.

"Why have you been sleeping next to them?"

"Nightmares"

"But you always cuddle with me after nightmares!" Draco said, with a hurt look in his eyes.

"You had to take care of Pansy because she got sick and was hexing anyone who came near her except you!" Harry said desperately. Draco nodded, satisfied, and lay back down, watching with interest as Harry grabbed both girls by the arms and pushed them out the door forcefully. Harry sighed and walked back over to the bed, snuggling into Dracos embrace.

Though never quite asleep, they both drifted in and out, softly kissing, whispering sweet nothings to each other, wrapped in the others embrace. And when Hermione came to check on them later, she knew what true love looked like, even if it had taken them seven years to find out.