Harry took a moment to look around his dreamscape and exhaled a breath when he no longer saw the Dursley's or Voldemort or fucking Dumbledore. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, breathing in slowly. He chuckled suddenly when Draco asked if he'd been in his dreams and raised his gaze to the other man's. "You've always been a pain in my arse," he teased him with a grin, take that as you will Draco. "But maybe later I will share those dreams."

"And you thought the wards were too much," he muttered with a little smile then looked around again, finding his mindscape clearing of the nightmare fully now that Draco was there. "It sounds like my magic broke through the silencing and warding charms around my room too. Damn, it's been a while since that's happened," Harry muttered with an exhale.

He knew why his mind wasn't keeping Draco out. His magic already trusted the other man on some level. Though, he wasn't willing to put that into words just yet.

"Sorry. For waking you. And hopefully not hurting you with my magic..."