Bite ↠ Drarry

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I already got writers block lmaoo
Also I'm planning on making a lams fanfic(John Laurens x Alexander Hamilton) and I'm super excited???

I ALSO apologize for any typos I'm lazy && tired
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Draco slowly peeled opened his eyes, instantly being blinded by the harsh sun. He rubbed his head, feeling a migraine coming on, before wondering where the fuck he was.
He most definitely wasn't in his comfortable bed anymore... so...

As soon as realization hit him, he jolted up, (which he regretted immediately, considering the dizziness that took place afterward,) looking around the area for the Vampire boy from last night. He wasn't there, but there was some sort of cloak draped over Draco. It was made of a weird type of material... one he's never seen before.

He ran his hand down his neck to feel for any bite marks left from the Vampire, surprised to feel none. He blinked in surprise, his eyes still slightly blurry.

He didn't realize how much physical pain he was in until he attempted to stand. Every bone in his body was basically giving out on him, and every muscle he had felt as though it has been torn to shreds.
He fell right back down after his attempt, realizing afterwards that there was a wooden bowl filled with water in front if him, which then brought him to the sudden realization of how dry his throat was. Running for hours does that to a person, supposedly.

Draco didn't think twice about scooping the bowl up and downing the water, feeling beads of water drip down his chin as he did so.

After he was finished, though, a thought crossed his mind; what if that was poisoned? What if the Vampire poisoned it?

His stomach sunk at the thought, but he then remembered it didn't really matter. He had no where to go. If he died, He died.

Draco looked around his surroundings, before deciding he was still thirsty and needed more water.
He stood with the help of a nearby tree and began walking through the forest, (which probably wasn't the greatest idea to do alone and weak.)
He pushed himself to tree after tree, before hearing the faint sound of a waterfall.

Grinning, he moved as fast as he could towards the sound, soon coming to a clearing.
Indeed, There was a small waterfall falling into a water pool. It was beautiful, to say the least. Vibrant, green moss hung on nearly every rock, contrasting with the grey. The sun hit the waterfall almost perfectly, causing a rainbow to appear in the mist. Draco watched in awe for a moment and then sunk to his knees so he could drink some water from it.

"I wouldn't drink that," a voice said from behind.

Draco gasped and spun around, falling to the ground(nearly falling into the water.)
In front of him stood the vampire boy from last night, and he wore the same type of cloak Draco woke up with; the hood up.

"How ate you not...-"

"-burning?" The vampire finishes for him. "This cloak protects me from the sun. It basically absorbs the sun's rays... anyway. I'm Harry, Harry Potter." Harry introduced, putting his hand out for Draco to take; his arm was also covered in the same fabric as the coat, and he wore gloves as well.

Draco eyed the Vampires hand suspiciously, but decided to take it nonetheless. Harry pulled him up to his feet with ease.

"Potter? As in... one of the biggest vampire... uh, families? Out there...? One of the most..."

"-feared? Yes. Anyway. What's your name?"

"That's irrelevant." Replied Draco, slightly distancing himself from Harry after his newfound knowledge.

It wasn't that he didn't want the vampire to have his name- well, that was partially the reason- but his family was made of infamous vampire slayer's- ones the Vampires have come to fear... ones the Potter den have grown to hate. So sharing his name wasn't the best idea.

"It is kind of relevant. I'm trying to help you." Harry narrowed his eyes at Draco.

"No, it isn't, Vampire boy." Replied Draco.

"My name is Harry."

"You shouldn't mind me calling you Vampire boy, though. As, you are a vampire." Retorted Draco.

"You enjoy water, Yes?"

"Obviously, what fool wouldn't?"

"Then you should enjoy this." Without a moment of hesitation, Harry tripped and push Draco, causing the boy to fall into the cold water.

Draco gasped as soon as his body hit the water, and he stared up at Harry from his spot, who was letting go of an amused laugh. "You absolute dick."

"You asked for it," Harry shrugged, still snickering to himself.

Draco slowly stood up, his clothes soaked and water dripped from his hair. He shivered.

"Great." He mumbled. "Now I'm stuck in a forest with a vampire and wet clothes."

"I can give you some clothes." Harry offered, "they're at my den."

Draco nodded slowly, "I suppose... but I'm not going near that place."

Shrugging, Harry agreed. "Fine. Here," Harry handed the pale boy the cloak he woke up with, "it'll keep you warm."

Draco thanked him and off he went, leaving Draco alone in the woods.