Draco spent the next half an hour coming up with different ways to steal back the Acromantula, but finally gave up and fell asleep. He drifted off quickly, falling into an easy, peaceful rest. That is, until around 3:30 in the morning, when he awoke from a terrible dream.
The boy gasped and sat up, blond hair sticking to his forehead and nightmarish visions of his injured baby Acromantula floating before him. For a second he thought he might cry, but forced himself not. Draco blinked, noticing how dark it was, and felt a sudden stab of fear.
Draco leapt out of bed and ran to Severus' room. Not having any second thoughts, the boy climbed into bed facing the man. He was shivering from fear, but his body was hot. "S-Severus...? Severus...?" He snuggled up against the man's chest, pushing gently on his shoulder. "I had a bad dream..."