Bite ↠ Drarry

Ten

Draco felt his heart stop completely, and his face lost all colour.

"Wh... what-?" Draco stuttered, "I... I..." Draco heard shouting from a few feet away, "Harry we have to go."

"Answer the question, Draco." Harry ordered, searching Draco's eyes, PRAYING Draco wasn't who he thought he was, "what's your last name."

Draco closed his eyes and let out a breath, before quietly mumbling "Malfoy."

Harry looked down, racking his brain for that surname. He's heard it before. He knows he has.

Suddenly his eyes widened with realization.

"You're Lucius Malfoy's son," Harry whispered, still not looking up, "you're part of...-"

"No! No I'm not! I'm NOT part of the Death Eaters. Harry, I've never slayed a vampire in my entire life. Please believe me," Draco begged, glancing over his shoulder, they're getting closer.

Harry pulled a dagger out from under his cloak and moved behind Draco, before quickly putting the dagger against Draco's throat; making Draco Harry's prisoner.

"Harry -- Harry please listen to me. I know you think I could be held hostage to hurt them, but they don't care about me!" Draco cried, pushing himself against Harry in an attempt to get further away from the blade, his heart beating against his chest rapidly, "they'll kill both of us!"

Harry wasn't listening.

Draco racked his brain for something he could use to convince Harry to get to safety-- before it hit him.

"Harry, listen. You could use me against them. I could tell you everything I know about them; where they live; where they're going next... Please just get out of here... you can use me. I could be your advantage!"

Harry clenched his jaw, before removing the dagger from Draco's throat. Without saying another word, Harry grabbed Draco's forearm and lead him away from the Death Eaters.

《☆》

Turns out, Harry had a logged cabin hidden in the woods; far from his home. No one knew about it except for him- and, well, now Draco.

The cabin was small, and had only one bed and a fireplace, with a small table and two chairs. It also had a small bathroom in the back.

Draco was uncomfortable. The air was thick with tension, and the room was completely silent, aside from the crackling of the fire and the rain hitting against the window.
He sat infront of the fire with his knees pulled to his chest, and poking the burning logs with a rod, whilst Harry was leaning against the wall, staring out the window and occasionally glancing Draco's way.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my family before," Draco whispered, breaking the silence, "and I'm sorry my blood was what killed your family."

Harry didn't respond, he simply burnt holes in the back of Draco's head; engulfed in anger.

"I really am sorry, Harry. I should of told you. I don't even know how they managed to find your den. I just--"

"Would you shut up?" Harry snapped, anger piercing his words.

Draco bit his tongue and nodded, feeling broken. He officially had no one who wanted him. Not his family. Not any villages. And now, not even Harry. But he couldn't blame Harry for being angry. He lost his parents and lost connection to his entire family; all because of Draco's father.

Draco continued poking at the fire, feeling numb.
The only reason Draco was currently alive was because Harry needed him to get revenge... after Harry got what he wanted, Draco had no doubt in his mind he'd be a dead man.

"It's not my fault, you know," Draco whispered, "I know you want someone to blame, but I'm not the one who caused this. My father did."

"Which is why you're going to help me kill him," Harry said simply, his demeanor softening slightly.

Draco nodded again.

"... I also know you need someone to be angry at, and I'm fine with it being me. I'm sorry this happened to you." Draco added, his voice just above a whisper.

"Sorry doesn't change anything, so stop apologizing." Harry ordered.

Draco sighed and stood, turning to Harry, "where am I sleeping tonight?"

"On the floor." Harry replied.

"On the floor," Draco echoed, casting his eyes downward, "thanks." He said sarcastically.

"Atleast you're still alive," Harry replied.

"Yeah, because you're using me to get revenge. I'm highly doubtful you'll keep me alive after you get what you want," Draco replied, crossing his arms.

Harry arched a brow, "and what if I don't?"

"Then I'd die a different way, considering I'm officially unwanted by everyone I know, and every village in this bloody country," Draco replied.

Harry shifted his feet, before rolling his eyes, "don't be so over dramatic."

Draco sighed and pulled out one of the chairs before sinking into it. He then placed his elbows on the wooden table, and sank his head in his hands; rubbing small circles on his temples.

"I should've just pretended I was straight," he mumbled to himself, "I shouldn't of gotten a bloody boyfriend. Maybe none of this would've happened."

"Or maybe you could've grown up believing vampires were evil, and eventually turning into a vampire slayer." Harry replied, "and then eventually falling into a depression because you were pretending."

Draco sighed, "maybe."

The room settled into another silence.

"Then again," Draco continued, leaning back in his chair and looking up at Harry, "I most likely will fall into a depression anyway."

Harry rolled his eyes again, before moving towards the bed, "I'm going to bed," he stated, afterwards climbing onto the bed and pulling the covers onto him; his back facing Draco.

Draco nodded, even though Harry couldn't see him, and looked out of the window; feeling sadness begin to engulf him.