Harry glanced around the dorm, making sure everyone was asleep. He heard the soft snores of Neville and Ron, and slurping sounds from Seamus and Dean, although he knew if he ignored them they would ignore him. He stood up, pulling his invisibility cloak off the end of his bed, grabbing his wand and creeping over to the door.

"Harry?" Came the whisper from Dean, as the curtains on Seamus' bed whipped open.

"I'm going for a walk to clear my head, I'll be back soon." he replied, then waited for Dean's nod before opening the door and slipping soundlessly out. He padded down to the common room, pushing the portrait open, ignoring her protests.

He moved soundlessly without any trouble, and quickly arrived at the Slytherin common room entrance. He looked around before pulling off the invisibility cloak. He knocked softly on the door, and was met with a blast of music as soon as it opened. "Hey Harry!" Pansy yelled from her spot on the dance floor. He waved at her, and moved across the floor to a sofa with a certain Slytherin on it.

He sat down next to Draco, giving him a light kiss before taking the offered cup of fire whiskey. "It's almost two am. What are you guys doing up?"

Draco looked at him with a sneer. "It's Friday night. We were playing truth or dare and then decided to have a party, so bam, a party!" Draco's words started to slur together, and Harry grabbed the cup from his boyfriends grip.

Draco struggled weakly against him. "Harry! I was drinking that!"

Harry nodded and pulled Draco to his feet. "C'mon, time for bed!" Draco protested and pouted as Harry dragged him upstairs to Draco's dorm that he shared with Blaise.

"Draco, you're buzzkill boyfriends ruining your night!" Pansy shouted with a smirk, still dancing and drinking her fire whiskey. Draco stuck his tongue out at her, giving her the stink eye as they passed.

They entered the dorm with Blaise on their heels. Draco fell back on his bed with a sigh. "Harry! We're missing the party!" He complained, ignoring Harry's admonishments to get ready for bed. Harry picked his legs up from the bed, moving the covers back and putting him back down. Harry put his glasses on the nightstand and lay down next to him, pulling the cover over both of them and closing the curtains with a flick of his wand.

Just as Harry was drifting off, the curtains were yanked open. "Draco! Where's my dragon?" Blaise asked in a panic.

Draco looked up at him with a look of utter shock. "Blaisey! I'm right here! But your stuffed one is on the bookshelf!" Draco drawled, giggling.

Harry bopped him on the nose. "You're cute when you blush! Your eyes sparkle!" Draco swatted his hand away with a blush.

"I don't blush, and my eyes definitely don't sparkle Potter!" he snarled, sitting up suddenly. Harry looked up at him, and nodded. Why did I think sleeping here would be better?

"I'm tired, so come cuddle me and you can argue with me later!"

Draco nodded smiling again, and lay back down, closing the curtains and snuggling up to Harry. Draco kissed his cheek. "Harry Berry? You taste better than soup!"

Harry nodded. "Yes Dray, now go to sleep or I'll never sleep here again!" he threatened, closing his eyes and grabbing Draco around the waist.

They drifted off to sleep.

----------In the Middle of the Night (or what was left of it)----------

--During the dream, which is in italics, baby Harry will be referred to as Harry or baby Harry, still in italics. Present day Harry, who is having the dream, will be referred to as just plain Harry, without italics. Confusing, I know, but it works.--

Harry was next to his old crib in the crouching position, looking at his mother. She cooed at baby Harry as he giggled back at her. Suddenly, the door flew open and Voldemort cackled. Lily screamed for her husband James as the evil "man" pulled out his wand. She sheltered her child with all of her love and might, protecting him with her life. Harry watched all of this happen and tried to help, scream, anything but it was no use. James came running in, his wand at the ready, just in time to see his wife fall to the floor "LILY!" he shouted, sorrow filling his eyes. "LILY NO!" As James ran towards his beloved, beautiful, but deceased darling, Voldemort's curse reached him. He crumpled to the floor, lifelessly.

Finally, there was only one more person for Voldemort to kill. Baby Harry. He stalked towards the small child, who could never be able to defend himself. Voldemort put his hand on the infant's forehead, to keep it still, and ejected the Killing Curse from his slender wand. Harry didn't even try to stop this part, or scream, it was always what he was the most interested in. The small child was startled and rocked back a bit, but remained alive. Voldemort looked shocked. He slapped the baby, doing little harm, and left. Little did he notice the lightning shaped scar on the young one's forehead, right where his fingers had touched.

"AHHELPNOSTOP!!" Harry jolted to an upright position in bed, screaming.

Draco awoke with a start. "Harry Berry? What happened? Are you alright? It's okay. Come here." Draco encased Harry in his arms and pulled him back down. "Shhhh, it's alright, shhhh." Draco rocked him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, until he was moving involuntarily, comforting his boyfriend.

"Now, what was it?" he asked soothingly.

"I-- was- watching-- my parents-- get murdered." Harry sobbed between gasps of breath. "I-- get-- those dreams-- a lot-- each-- time-- different."

Draco's heart broke. "Ya know, when I got nightmares when I was little, my mother would sing to me. So..."

Draco reached down for his guitar laying underneath the bed, all while not losing contact with Harry. He pulled himself up and thought for a moment before singing a song. He strummed a few opening chords on his guitar, and as the ink black design decorating the wood began to swirl, Harry smiled at his darling.

Lullaby, and good night, in the skies stars are bright.
May the moon's silvery beams bring you sweet dreams.
Close your eyes now and rest, may these hours be blessed.
'Til the sky's bright with dawn, when you wake with a yawn.

Lullaby, and good night, you are mother's delight.
I'll protect you from harm, and you'll wake in my arms.

Sleepyhead, close your eyes, for I'm right beside you.
Guardian angels are near, so sleep without fear.
Lullaby, and good night, with roses bedight.
Lilies o'er head, lay thee down in thy bed.

Lullaby, and good night, you are mother's delight.
I'll protect you from harm, and you'll wake in my arms.

Lullaby, and sleep tight, my darling sleeping.
On sheets white as cream, with a head full of dreams.
Sleepyhead, close your eyes, I'm right beside you.
Lay thee down now and rest, may your slumber be blessed.

Go to sleep, little one, think of puppies and kittens.
Go to sleep, little one, think of butterflies in spring.
Go to sleep, little one, think of sunny bright mornings.
Hush, darling one, sleep through the night,
Sleep through the night,
Sleep through the night.

Draco blushed as he sang, but it only made him cuter in Harry's eyes. By the end, Draco's voice was a whisper, and Harry's eyes had fluttered closed. As he returned the guitar to it's hiding place underneath the bed the mesmerizing design stopped it's movement.

Draco leaned over and planted a kiss on Harry's forehead. "Sleep tight, darling. I love you." He turned the opposite way, even though he knew he would end up cuddling Harry at some point, getting ready to go back to bed.

Harry gave a secret smile, his eyes still closed, and whispered back, "Love you too, Dray."

----------Morning Time----------

Harry and Draco awoke, yes, they were cuddled up, to a faint knock on the door. "Come in.." Draco mumbled sleepily.

Pansy kicked open the door lightly using her foot. "Hot chocolate, anyone?"

Draco shot up. "HOT CHOCOLATE THANK YOU PANS!" He took the warm mug from her.

"Anytime, babe." she replied. Just then, Blaise walked in, as he had stayed the night in Pansy's dorm.

"Wait," Harry said, taking his hot chocolate. "you call him babe!?!"

Draco giggled at Harry's aggravation. "I love you, silly! Now shut up and drink your hot cocoa!" Harry frowned but followed his boyfriend's orders.

"Hey Dray? Is your sweater in the drawer." Pansy asked.

"Yeah...." Draco started, but Pansy cut him off by jumping up and taking out the warmest sweater she could find. She pulled it on, smiling.

"Ahhhh, Draco sweaters. Draco sweaters are the best kinds of sweaters."

"It's true, I confess." Harry admitted.

And they sat just like that for the remaining hours. Talking, laughing, and sipping hot chocolate. Who knew that a mega-gay Gryffindor could have such amazing Slytherin friends (some of which sang incredible lullabies).