you were sleeping with Boris when all the sudden you began to have a nightmare. You twisted and turned in your sleep. Whimpering, Boris woke up a bit. He grabbed you, pulling you into his welcoming arms.

“Shhh.. Shh.. it’s just me, potter.. shhh.. sleep, sleep potter..” he said in his deep calming Russian accent.

he kissed the top of your head, helping you fall back asleep.