decided to expand on this concept just a bit. as usual if it’s bad, pls ignore. otherwise goodnight and enjoy!
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Harry wakes to you kicking the duvet off the two of you, your legs flailing wildly, feet accidentally hitting the back of his thighs.
"S'a matter with you?" His voice still heavy with sleep, his back turned towards you. He tugs unsuccessfully at the blanket, annoyed at first that he can't unhook it from where it's tangled underneath your legs.
You let out a low groan and shift around again, the heel of your foot this time making contact with the back of his calves.
"Oi what d'ya keep kicking me for?"
He rolls over this time, and instantly softens when he sees you're still asleep, your brow furrowed and face twisted with whatever horror was threatening your normally sweet dreams.
He instantly pulls you closer to him, one arm wrapping around you while the other gently loosens the blanket from where it's trapped. You bury your face in his neck and he thinks for a second maybe he's woken you.
"S'just me. S'Harry. You're okay." He shushes you, softly rocking you for a moment before readjusting your pillow that had been carelessly thrown from under your head during your restless tossing and turning.
He doesn't flinch when your arm comes to rest across his waist, just hugs you closer, a warm hand smoothing broadly up and down your back.
"Just a bad dream, love. I'm here."
He pulls back to read your face, thankful to see all looks calm. He kisses your forehead, smiling when your lips part to release a contented sigh. He watches, making sure no more terrors make their way into your dreams; the sound of your even breathing lulling him back to his own peaceful dreams again.
