Dangerous.

Chapter Five

Harry's POV.

I fell to my knees, my cheek still stinging and aching like hell. I was honestly scared for my life. My breath was scarce, my lungs screaming for air but I couldn't give it to them. I couldn't breathe with her pointing a silver gun at me so casually.

"P-please," I wheezed, letting my hand hold into the pavement to keep up. I felt weak.

"A-are you alright?" She asked, worry seeping into her voice. Her eyes we're somewhat wide as she let her arm drop a little, not much.

"I- air," I panted, now both hands on the ground. I couldn't hold myself up as my chest was aching terribly. My head was spinning and I had to squeeze my eyes shut to keep myself from throwing up.

"You're not bullshitting me, now are you?" Her voice raised, gun aimed again.

"N-no," I hissed at the pain, my chest literally clutching itself.

"H-Harry.."

I opened my eyes in time to see her put the gun away and drop to my side. I saw her hesitate but her hand rubbed my back soothingly. Surprisingly, her touch was warm and gentle. Not at all rough and harsh.

"Do you have asthma?" She whispered, moving my arms apart slightly. I didn't question her as I felt small relief by her doing so.

"Y-yeah," I gasped, squeezing my eyes again as little air seeped through my nostrils. I heard rustling and felt a cold object touch my lips. My eyes shot open, alarmed, and looked at her.

"It's my inhaler.." She said emotionlessly, her blue eyes not leaving mines but no expression were held in them. It was a bit scary but I agreed immediately, needing some relief. I left her place it in my mouth, the tip cold, and prepared myself for the substance. My body relaxed as soon as she pushed down the canister, the medication releasing into my mouth and into my lungs.

"Better?" Her accent chirped slightly. I looked up at her and studied her closely. She was still resting on her knees but seemed quite flustered over this, a bit guilty maybe even frightened. The real question on my mind was why was she carrying an asthma inhaler with her anyways?

"You have asthma?" I asked softly, my breathing nearly stable. She tilted her head at me slightly, a frown appearing.

"You're welcome!" She snapped, giving me a disgusted look.

"No," I breathed, reaching for her slightly. I still felt really weak and I wanted answers. "I didn't mean to."

"Well you did, bastard." She growled, standing to her feet and dodging my reach. I squeezed my eyes close and tried to stand up but ended up wobbling and nearly falling over. I felt her cup my underarms and struggled to help me up.

"Help me out here twat," she panted, her hands shaking slightly. I lazily opened my eyes and tried to stand up on my own feet but it was proven quite hard.

"Aren't you a handful," she huffed, tugging at me. "I should've just shot you in the head."

I tensed at her words and shot up, just to nearly fall over again. I landed not so gracefully onto a public bench, which I'm assuming was the reason she was tugging at me.

"I'm kidding!" She laughed loudly, holding her stomach. "Sort of."

I gulped as she held a smug expression this time. She enjoyed the fact was completely and utterly terrified of her.

"Why did you help me?" I whimpered.

Her smile dropped, posture stiffening as she furrowed her eyebrows at me. Her hands went to her narrow hips and she shifted to have her weight on one side. Her right.