Love For Blood

Chapter Eighteen

Draco felt nervous. I mean, who wouldn't? He was about to ask a werewolf who was destined to save the world to date him. Said werewolf being an oblivious idiot. Well, most of the time.

It was Friday, and Draco could barely breathe. There was a reason he was in Slytherin and not Gryffindor. Confrontation and feelings weren't really his thing.

Harry had opened up a lot in the last few months. He was nothing like Draco had originally thought. The privileged, cocky image of the Gryffindor was nothing more than an illusion his mind had made up.

Instead, his blood boiled when Harry broke down in his arms. Like a dam of insecurities had been cracking before crashing down. He was nothing but a burden. That if he didn't exist, his parents would still be here.

What angered Draco most was the treatment he had endured throughout his childhood. Starved and beaten. Used as a slave before being thrown in a claustrophobic closet.

The dam had burst when Harry received a letter to not come home for Christmas as always. It was normal. What had really gotten to Harry was when they had stated they wouldn't want anything 'unlucky' to happen to them as it had to his parents. Apparently, Vernon, his uncle, had written the letter this year instead of Petunia.

Draco had held Harry as he sobbed for hours. It was one of the things that made Draco realize what he was feeling. Under the almost animalistic rage, guilt and shock he felt it.

The urge to protect Harry in his gut. He felt want and need to please.

So here he was, walking into the place he met Harry every week to 'study.' He was slightly embarrassed to admit that his vampire side was excited. It was feeding time, and the more feral part of him wanted nothing more than to bite into Harry. His fangs began to twitch.

He settled on the couch with a huff. He pulled out a charms assignment to work on until Harry arrived. His unsettled nerves had driven him to come a bit early.

Draco was halfway through the assignment, describing the wand movements required for the specific charm, when suddenly arms grabbed him from behind.

"Got you!" Harry's light voice rang out, as he hugged Draco from behind with a laugh. After he settled, he leaned over the blonde's shoulder.

"Hmm, so what are you so focused on you didn't notice me come in?" Harry asked with a small smile.

"Sorry, I was just doing this charms assignment. I guess I was kind of lost in thought," Malfoy responded with an embarrassed chuckle. Harry shook his head.

"No, it's fine. Just curious, was all!" Harry laughed, slowly backing away from Draco.

"Of course you were damn nosy Gryffindor," Draco smirked at where Harry was coming around to the front of the couch. Harry grinned in return.

"Oh yeah, like you mind your business all the time, Mr. Slytherin Prince," Harry had a mischievous glint in his eyes as he pushed Draco's shoulders back. "Although, I think I can distract you from charms for a while," Harry teased confidently, crawling onto Draco's lap.

"Oh, can you now?" Draco smirked, reaching out to hold the Gryffindor's hips. Harry's grin became larger, as he nodded while biting his lip.

As Harry's hands began to travel to the buttons of his undershirt to give Draco more skin to choose from, Draco realized just how sidetracked he had gotten.

"Wait, Harry," Draco said with a small frown, reaching out to grab the hands of the raven-haired Gryffindor.

"Hmm?" Harry raised an eyebrow, his smirk slipping into a slightly confused head tilt.