Midnight

9.) Christmas Day

It was just a little after midnight, so it was Christmas day...and unfortunately, Harry was just getting weaker. His lung wasn't taking the healing due to the lack of fresh blood. So, it was a fight to keep his breathing normally as he stood in the shower. Draco, who was growing more worried by the passing minutes, gave a knock to the bathroom door. "Harry?" Harry heard his voice, a voice that was very concerned. "I'll...be out in a few." By few? Whenever Harry could. He wasn't sure when that would be.
Harry turned the shower off, and slowly stepped out. A hand landed on the wall to keep him upright. Harry glanced, not meaning to, at himself in the wall mirror. He was awful. The small line of red leaving form his wound, that mixed with the water still running down him. His wound, reopened. He couldn't be sure if it even closed with all the activities of the evening and without the proper nutrients. He was even paler, if that was even possible, and he felt -that was very-very rare, sick. Like he might really vomit blood or more then likely the cookies that sweet little bubbly girl kept bring him.
Harry pulled his boxers on after standing there for some time, only to be standing against the wall. He couldn't breath properly, and he slid down the wall. He couldn't bring the words out, so he was forced to wait. Wait until Draco couldn't stand it any longer and opened the bathroom door. Draco frown. "Mama!" Draco opened the medicine cabinet, digging out the bandages and the other stuff he thought they'd need to clean the once again bleeding wound, before he dropped down beside Harry. "Mama!" Harry's hand grabbed Draco's wrist, before he looked up at Draco. Harry...didn't want to ask this of Draco. He didn't want to hurt Draco, sure...he could make Draco forget he done it...but with Draco knowing the truth, he didn't want to use his powers on Draco, he was even keeping out of Draco's mind. Other then the occasional loud thought Draco would have that would just pop into his head. Draco looked concern but shock his head. "Mama will clean it if I don't. It needs cleaning." Harry slowly shook his head. That isn't what he needed, he just didn't know how to ask, mainly, because he didn't want to.
Narcissa pushed opened the bathroom door, to meet Harry's weak gaze. The tighten grip on Draco's arm, the look between heartbroken and needful and the fact he looked liked death. Told her what she needed to know. "Positive...you'll be able to stop yourself?" Her voiced was full of concern, not just for Harry. Of course she was worried about Harry, because Harry meant a lot to her. She was worried for her son, at this meant. Harry was in a very weaken state and there was always that hidden fear, that Harry would hurt them. She wouldn't let it show, but they both knew it was there. Harry understood and didn't judge her, because even with that hidden deep fear. She had been more helpful then anymore Harry ever knew. Harry gave her a nod, the best he could. "Just do it." Harry just shook his head. If he was going to do it, he really needed (for his conscious) Draco's permission, but he couldn't bring himself to talk. It hurt far to much and he was fearing Draco's reaction. Narcissa let out a sigh, and ran a hand throughout her very long hair that needed her roots touched up after the holiday season. "He needs to bit you." She looked down at Draco, who was worried about the idea of having Harry bit him, but nod. After a moment of hestation, Narcissa walked off. Even knowing, she rather not watch. Something about her son about to be bitten sent Goosebumps throughout her body.
Harry still didn't move and wasn't even looking at Draco. All Draco could do was listen to Harry, struggling to breath. "Harry, please. It's fine...I can't stand to listen to you struggle..." Draco voice was upset. He didn't like Harry being in pain, he didn't want to be responsible for anymore. It was made clear, pain would come unfortunately, but Draco would do anything in his power to not cause Harry more. "...I can...make you...forget." Harry was really struggling. "No, just please hurry. You sound awful.
Draco let out a noise when suddenly his was bend under Harry. The look in Harry's eyes made Draco frown. Harry was not only hurting because of his wound, but because of what he needed to do. "I won't loose you. Please."
Draco's left wrist was bend to the tile floor of the bathroom and it took everything Draco had in him to not scream when Harrys razor sharp fangs bit down on his neck and hit the vane. Draco felt very dizzy, weak and scare. His scare feeling somewhat went away, when Harry's grip on his left wrist got painfully tighter. One would think that would make the fear stronger. Nope. It meant it was working, Harry was getting his strength back. Draco got a little more dizzy by each passing second, he could hear his own heart beat drumming in his ears. That drumming starting to slow down. Harry was drinking to much, or at least that's what it felt like at this point. "H-harry." Draco's voice was hardly above a whisper. He didn't want to say anything, but the whole room was spinning and he was starting to feel very sick. Harry needed to stop, or he might just die. Draco heard the thump, the thump of Harry's back hitting the bathroom wall. Harry stood on his feet, and quickly wiped the blood off his lips with the back of his hand. Draco after a minute or so, sat up. His head was still a bit foggy, but the sight of Harry; Back on his feet, looking like his old self and the wound now appeared to be an overgrown scratch, Made Draco smile. "Better?" Harry just slowly put a hand down for Draco to take, and Draco let Harry pull him back to his feet. "I'm...sorry." Draco just shook his head, resting his body against Harry. He still felt weak and was long ready for bed. "Love you." Draco's voice was low as he shut his eyes. Harry just picked him slowly up off his feet, carrying him, bride style, to bed.