Eternal /Drarry/

Chapter 3: Paranormal Activity

A/N: hey guys! Sorry for the shorter chapter, but I really want to update more often. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

The two had moved to sit over by the fire that Draco was previously sat beside, talking in hushed voices.

"You're not going to leave, are you?" Draco asked quietly, his voice heavy with fear as he held one of Harry's hands in his own. He ran his fingers along the vampire's cold hand, if only just to prove to himself that Harry was actually there.

"Of course I'm not leaving," Harry reassured him, giving a small smile. "I wouldn't dream of it, now you're awake." Harry lifted the hand that Draco wasn't holding and traced the side of the werewolf's face with his fingertips lightly, watching the way the flames danced in the fire, casting a warm glow over Draco's pale skin.

"I'm glad I'm awake," Draco murmured. "I'm not feeling so well, though."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, concerned, shifting closer.

"I've been coughing all day, and I got a nosebleed this morning when I woke up," Draco replied with a frown. "I don't get nosebleeds."

"Your heartbeat is irregular," Harry muttered.

"You don't think I've got heart problems, do you?" Draco asked, looking scared.

"I hope not," Harry said. "Hopefully you're still just feeling the after affects of being asleep for a month. If it's just a cough it should clear up soon."

Draco nodded, still looking slightly unsure despite himself. "I'm just happy I get to see you again," he said quietly, his pale cheeks tinted pink. "I love you."

"I love you too," Harry replied with a grin, feeling the happiest he'd felt in a long time as he leaned in, pressing their lips together.

Draco's lips were warm and soft, exactly how Harry remembered them. Draco was alive, and Harry couldn't quite believe it. It seemed too good to be true, smiling into the kiss as he ran his hands through Draco's hair.

Draco pulled away to draw in a quick breath before kissing the vampire again, shivers running down his spine as Harry trailed a hand down his side. How comforting it was to feel the vampire's touch, to feel his lips moving against his own again.

Instead of being asleep for one month, Draco felt like he'd been out cold for ten years.

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Harry and Draco's presence wasn't exactly welcomed at the dinner table that evening.

Draco was eating like a ravenous beast while Harry eyed him with some form of amusement and disgust, his own plate remaining empty for obvious reasons.

Ron and Hermione were both staring at them like they were ticking time bombs, about to explode any minute. Harry knew that Sirius and Remus would have heard about what he'd been up to over the holidays, and had both discreetly narrowed their eyes at him more than once.

Credence was staring at the table timidly, and he'd look up just to lock gazes with Newt every now and again, the Magizoologist's calm and soft smile reassuring him. Despite his safety, he still felt like he was imposing and paranoid. The two were holding hands under the table, Newt running small circles over Credence's hand with his thumb.

When Newt finally decided that it was time to go home, Credence tried to tone down his happiness in fear of being rude. He couldn't deny that he wanted to go home though; being surrounded by so many people made him uncomfortable.