Y/n and Draco hated eachother. Couldn’t stand eachother. Both hated physical touch. But both struggling with insomnia, between sleepless nights, broken nightmares and ragged breaths. There was sweet whispering words, and secret touches in the dark. Y/n constantly waking up in cold sweat and hyperventilating. Draco at her dorm door almost immediately. “Breathe for me Y/L/N”. Or when y/n would go into his room and just lay there, running her nails up and down his forearm until he slept. Two classic insomniacs, two classic slytherins, both too proud to admit they need the anchor of eachother. When in reality those secret touches in the dark are the only things that keep them both going.