Bite ↠ Drarry

Four

Okay this is a short short short chapter bc I realized I haven't updated in twenty thousand years

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"Come on, what's your name?" Whined Harry, slipping his weird-fabric elbow-length gloves back on.

"Its irrelevant and none of your business!"

"I saved your life!"

"I could've handled it!"

It was quiet for a minute, before Harry spoke up again, "fine, let's see how well you handle this."

"Handle w-" Draco's sentence was cut off when Harry shoved him into a tree, his hands pinned above his head.

Draco swallowed as he felt his face heat up- Harry was dangerously close, and, as much as he didn't want to admit it, he was attractive. Very, attractive.

But, alas, Harry didn't back up; no, instead he moved his face closer and closer to Draco's, until Draco's face was burning.

Harry let Draco go, "so he has a thing for males." Harry smirked and looked at Draco from the side, continuing to walk as if nothing happened. He noticed Draco's face deepening in colour.

"No, I do not." Draco defended, catching up with Harry.

"Besides that, you were absolutely helpless. And I even gave you a warning- proving my point, you're absolutely vulnerable."

Draco huffed, but didn't attempt to defend himself. He couldn't really, Harry was right.

"What happens if an oh-so-attractive vampire comes and you're too blinded by his appearance you can barely even process what's happening by the time he's sucking your blood?" Harry asked, his smirk failing to falter.

"Well, firstly, it wouldn't matter if I died out here or not, I have no money and no family to go to... so really, dying would be great at this moment in time-"

Harry rolled his eyes, "-don't be so dramatic."

"-secondly," Draco glared, "I have a dagger-"

"-and how helpful was that dagger when facing a werewolf?"

"Thirdly, I wouldn't be attracted by his appearance, maybe a her-"

"-whatever helps you sleep at night."

"- and lastly..." Draco paused, "How are you so comfortable with talking to someone who you assume to be homosexual?" Draco didn't look at Harry at this point, but Harry could sense his emotions.

He was feeling... hopeless- scared, even. But not scared for his life, no, scared for not being accepted... and...

"Shame." Harry said out loud.

Draco knitted his brows in confusion, "what?"

"You're feeling hopeless, scared- but not for your life, scared of not being accepted- and most of all, shame. Which is ridiculous, really."

"You can sense my emotions?" Draco asked, "is there anyway to... hide them? And you- you never answered my question from before- and how is that ridiculous?"

"In order to mask your emotions you'd have to wear perfume, or be either very dead inside or very good at pretending to be emotionless." Harry glanced over to Draco. "And It's ridiculous because humans are ridiculous."

Draco raised a brow, "how so?"

"Because," Harry raised his hands in the air, "literally, I'm attracted to males and females, do you know who cares in my den- let alone this entire forest?" Harry looked at Draco, waiting for him to guess.

"Everyone?"

"No! No one!" Harry shook his head, "literally, most gods were bisexual- most ancient Greeks were bisexual, infact. The only reason humans assume being homosexual is a sin is because the holy bible was lost in translation."

"It was?"

"Yes!" Harry stopped and looked at Draco, "In ancient Greek- its original language- the bible says 'man shall not lie with boy,' meaning PEDOPHELIA is a sin, not 'man shall not lie with man.' Therefore, being homosexual is not a sin. Case dismissed."

There was a long pause of silence- Draco replaying this newly found information in his head repeatedly, whilst Harry watched.

"How do you even know all this?" Draco asked.

"Be-cause," Harry started, "I was alive during the ancient Greeks."

Draco raised his brows in shock, "so you're like, three hundred years old?"

"About, I think. It's okay, though. I'm immortal, I'm stuck at the age of eighteen forever. I have the same mentality as I did when I was eighteen, but it evolved with the human race- except I'm- apperently- more advanced- old schooled?- considering I know homosexuality isn't a sin... or being a different race, for that matter. And what even is it with people hating women and taking control of them? Honestly. I know atleast eleven girls who can beat my ass- and the entire human race."

Draco laughed. He decided then that he liked Harry- they had the same views. He wasn't homophobic, He wasn't sexist, he wasn't racist- he was separate from the human race... I mean, other than the fact he's a vampire.

They continued walking.

"Draco."

"Hmm?" Harry hummed, looking over to Draco.

"My name's Draco."