Lovino rubbed his aching eyes with his clean hand, grimacing down at the parchment spread across his bed. Thanks to the "new students" infesting the halls of Hogwarts, there was almost no safe, quiet place for Lovino to do homework in peace. Even the most secret nooks and crannies were filled with nosy wizards from Dumstrang or Beauxbatons curiously poking their noses in every fucking corner they can find. Almost worse, wherever there weren't foreign students roaming around, his own fellow classmates were hemming and hawing about the Triwizard Tournament, and all manners related therein. Even the other Slytherins were talking too loudly for him to comfortably work. Hence why he was up at ass o'clock in the morning trying to work on his essay for Transfiguration.

With a grimace, Lovino gracelessly put the lid back on his pot of ink. He just barely avoided spilling the ink all over his comforter, which would have been frustrating to clean up. Not because the Scouring Spell was difficult, but he'd have to dispel Lumos and he didn't feel like trying to clean his sheets in the dark. Thankfully, though, he wasn't a complete idiot. Once he had his ink safely sealed, he gently lifted his essay off the bedspread. This was the hard part: the ink was still wet, and one wrong move could smudge it all and he'd have to start over.

A few careful maneuvers later, Lovino's drying essay, quill, and ink were set on the bedside table. Everyone else in the dorm was fast asleep--or at least had the curtains on their beds drawn--so the bright light of his wand went unnoticed. Not that he'd normally be bothered if he woke anyone up, but Ludwig and Feliciano were slowly sleeping less and less every day and he didn't want to waste time brewing sleeping potions to spike their dinners with. At least not until later in the year. Then Lovino gathered up all his books in his arms and sprawled across the bed in order to drop everything in a messy pile on the floor. Lovino didn't give two shits how messy it was, because he never got out of bed on that side anyway. Ludwig will probably try to give him shit, but Lovino had already dealt with six years of his nitpicky neat-freak nature. He would just charm them all into his bag in the morning.

Finally, his bed was ready for him to fall asleep. The house elves knew his preferences well enough by now that they overloaded his bed with pillows and blankets, so he tossed his robes on the floor atop his books before burrowing into his nest of warmth. With a quiet mumble his wand stopped glowing, casting his bed in darkness. It was time for bed. With a sigh, Lovino closed his eyes, tugged his blankets to his ears, and yanked a pillow over his head for good measure. Sufficiently buried, he tried to relax. He would have to wake up early if he wanted to finish his essay before classes started, but he wanted at least a few hours of sleep.

Thankfully, Lovino was skilled in falling asleep quickly, regardless of his surroundings. Within minutes he was out like a light.

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Feliciano Vargas I hope this works! I have it set after the GHE, but if you have any questions shoot me a message <3

Few who spent their days with Feliciano Vargas could guess how poorly he spent most of his nights. Ever since he was a child, Feli hated sleeping alone, would always seek the comforting warmth of his brother, the reassuring rise and fall of his chest, the solid presence that scared away the worst of his nightmares. Even when Lovi would wake up and mutter a curse at the disruption of his sleep, he never failed to scoot over and make room for his trembling little brother. Everyone expected the younger Vargas boy to grow out of it, “they’re just night terrors” they said. “It’s just a phase. He’ll grow out of it.”

But Feli never did. Because, while his nightmares were almost always figments of his imagination, he couldn’t discount the scant possibility that they were more than fiction, that they could come true. After all, it had happened before. Feli never broadcast that fact to anyone, why would he? It had only happened once or twice before and it was so long ago that it hardly seemed worth bringing up. In the daylight hours, Feli could almost believe that he’d made up those terrifying days when real life took the shape of his fragmented dreams. But at night, waking abruptly with sweat matting his hair and his heart stuttering in his chest, it was harder to push those memories away. Those were the nights that sent him scurrying for comfort.

Since his time at Hogwarts that comfort came from either his brother or Ludwig. Luddi was so kind, even though he didn’t fully understand why those nightmares sent Feli into such a panic. It didn’t matter, he would always make room for the Italian and wrap him up in those big arms and Feli would fall asleep nestled against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. Fratello was also a good option, unlike Luddi, he knew exactly why Feli trembled so, why he was so afraid to fall back asleep. Plus it was getting harder and harder for Feli to crawl into the bed with Luddi, his sleep was far from peaceful and Feli felt so guilty for disrupting what little sleep he did get.

And so, when the night found him panting and shivering, with the latest nightmare constricting his lungs and resonating in his mind, he knew exactly where to go. Silently he padded across to his brother’s bed and slipped through the curtains. He didn’t want to talk, didn’t trust himself to speak just yet, and so he just slid under the blankets, curling up next to his brother and wrapping his arms around him. He needed contact, needed to assure himself that this was the real world. With any luck, Lovino had spent enough nights like this so not to be startled by the sudden invasion of his bed.