Bite ↠ Drarry

Eleven

Harry groaned and stretched, slowly peeling his eyes opened to look around, disoriented.
This wasn't his bedroom. This wasn't his house. This was... Oh. Right. The events of yesterday slowly replayed in his head, and he felt himself cringe.

He scanned the shadowed room, looking for the familiar blond-- before realizing he was missing.
Harry jolted up, looking on the floor, his heart racing. I still have his scent -- he can't be far. When he saw Draco wasn't there, he got out of bed to look in the bathroom.

Harry creaked the door opened and scanned the dimly lit room, only being iluminated by the dying fire, before noticing a familiar figure laying in the small bathtub; Draco.
Harry sighed in relief and ran a hand through his hair, his heart beat dying down.

He didn't know why he was so worried about Draco- he was still pissed off at him.

I need him to find my parent's killer, Harry reminded himself, before crouching down to study Draco's face.

Draco's face was oddly twisted, as if he was uncomfortable- which was probably the case, as he was in a cold, small bathtub.
Harry noticed Draco hugging himself as well, trembling.

Harry groaned and let his head drop, keeping it there fot a few seconds, and then carefully snaking his arms under Draco, afterwards picking him up bridal style, careful not to disturb his sleep.

"I can't believe I'm doing this for him," Harry mumbled to himself, walking towards his bed; Draco still in his arms.

Harry carefully laid Draco onto the double bed, before crawling in himself, still exhausted. He pulled the blanket over both of their bodies, and noticed Draco's face slowly relaxed. No more worry lines between his eyebrows; no more worry in general... just genuinely relaxed.
It's the first time Harry has ever seen Draco so... calm.

Sighing to himself, he closed his eyes; falling into a slumber.

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Draco squinted his eyes opened, quickly coming to the conclusion he was no longer laying in the tub.
He almost jolted up, before also realizing he was not only laying over Harry's bare chest, but Harry had his arm wrapped securely around Draco's torso.
Draco felt heat rise to his face and his heart rate begin to quicken.
He didn't want to move in fear of disturbing Harry, but he also didn't want to move in fear Harry would be angered at him for being so... intimate. So close. And, on another note, he was quite comfortable.

Finally, he decided to just close his eyes and pretend to be asleep, so then Harry couldn't necessarily blame Draco... atleast Draco hopped.

After a few beats of silence, Harry spoke; "I know you're awake, Draco," Harry's voice sounded, still filled with sleep.

Draco felt his heartbeat quicken, "I'm sorry - I didn't--" Draco made a move to get off Harry, but Harry simply pulled him closer.

"I don't..." Draco frowned, confused, "I don't understand. I thought you hated me."

"Maybe," Harry replied, his chest vibrating under Draco, "but I don't feel like thinking about my problems at the moment."

Draco nodded, and felt himself relax into Harry, enjoying the quiet sound of birds singing their morning song outside.

For a moment, Draco imagined his life without his family. If Harry and Draco had met without the looming threat of Draco's vampire hunting family. If... maybe Draco met Harry as a vampire himself.
Maybe then they'd be able to spend their days like this. Maybe Draco would always awake secured in Harry's arms.

But, alas, it was a merely fantasy. Something that would never happen.
Draco's parents -- well, family -- were vampire hunters. They killed Harry's parents. And one couldn't look past that.

"I'm sorry," Draco said quietly.

"Shut up."

Draco let out a sigh as another silence settled, when suddenly Harry unraveled himself from Draco and sat up, his back facing the blond.

Draco studied Harry's back, memorizing every muscle, every scar, and every tattoo that covered Harry's back.

"I didn't know you had tattoo's," Draco spoke, brushing his fingers lightly over Harry's tattoo's.

Some were of constellations, others of every planet in the solar system, running down his spine. The art was detailed, and Draco felt a sense of awe overcome him.

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Or my species, Malfoy." Harry responded, venom laced in his words.

Draco felt himself involuntarily flinched his hand away from Harry's back at the use of his surname.

"Please don't call me that." Draco whispered.

"Why? Are you ashamed?" Harry turned to look Draco in the eyes, his heart twisting with guilt at the look Draco gave him.

It was most definitely one of shame and guilt, but also one of pure hatred towards the name given to him. Something he couldn't control.

Harry turned back so he didn't have to look Draco in the eyes, "Get up," he ordered, "you have some things to tell me."

Harry stood to his feet and threw on a baggy shirt, sitting in one of the two chairs at the small table.

Draco nodded and swung his legs over the bed, standing to his feet.
He pulled out the other chair and sank into it, not bothering to meet Harry's eyes.

"What do you want to know?" Draco asked timidly.

"Everything you know."

Draco ran a hand down his face, "Listen, Harry, before I tell you everything, just, listen to my warning," Draco locked eye contact with Harry, "going after them will most likely result in your death."

"I'm highly doubtful of that." Harry replied flatly.

"They're wiping out your entire species, Harry! Obviously they have some sort of advantage--" Draco's words were cut off by a sharp pain on his cheek, causing his head to whip to the side.

They moment Harry's hand connected with Draco's cheek, Harry had regretted it.
But he was too engulfed in rage and bitter sadness, he didn't bother to take it back.

"Shut up," Harry ordered, his voice quivering, "don't tell me what I already know. You're alive today because you have information I don't. Do you understand?!"

Draco clenched his jaw and nodded, keeping his head at the same angle. Finally, he lifted his head and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "Fine." Draco replied, staring Harry in the eyes. If you want to die, fine. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Harry suddenly lost any scent of Draco's emotions, and panic quickly overcame him.

What happened? He couldn't of just began hiding his emotions from me- he doesn't know how.

Harry quickly looked at Draco's eyes in search for an answer, but Draco's eyes were clouded, blocking Harry from reading him.

He's an emotional human being -- he can't just stop being emotional.

"Where do you want me to start?" Draco asked, his voice void of emotion.

Harry swallowed and stuttered out "a-...at the beginning."

And so Draco began telling Harry everything- from the place in which his family resided, to what vampire family they're planning on going to after they kill the Potter family, all the while managing to keep up the façade that he managed to get rid of all of his emotions in the matter of seconds.