Bite ↠ Drarry

Fourteen

Harry was awoken the next night by the thick scent of fear and hate -- it filled his senses completely, and it was foul.
Draco.

He snapped his eyes opened, expecting to witness Draco having some sort of night mare -- but...

"Ginny?"

The scene before him was horrific. His cousin, Ginny, was holding a knife to Draco's neck -- so close that if it were pushed against him any further, she'd pour blood.
Draco was staring at her with wide, fearful eyes, his fists balled tightly around the bed sheets, and his body completely stiff.

At the sound of her name, the redhead snapped her head towards Harry, her glowing red eyes seeping with pure hatred.

When she recognized Harry, the hatred vanished. She mumbled a faint 'Harry,' before the scowl returned to her face, "Tell me why you're sharing a bed with the offspring of the man who killed your parents?" She seethed, still not removing her knife from Draco, "do you even know they're dead?"

"Ginny... put the knife down." Harry spoke slowly, careful not to make any sudden movements that would result in Draco's death.

Harry clenched his jaw at the faint smell of iron - meaning Draco was currently bleeding.
It took everything in Harry not to tackle his cousin right then and there. But, he knew that if he did, Draco's life could end in the snap of his fingers.

"Why should I?" Ginny hissed, her eyes becoming glossy.

"Because he's mine."

Ginny's demeanor changed as soon as the word 'mine' left Harry's mouth - she dropped her guard and moved the blade just far enough for Draco to move safely towards Harry's side.
She seemed to zone out for a second, before snapping back into reality.
Ginny's mouth curled into another scowl when she realized Draco managed to escape, and Harry stood to his feet, blocking Draco from Ginny.

"Where have you been the whole time?" Ginny asked, rage yet sadness seeping into her words. "Do you even know what happened to James and Lily...? Do you even care?"

"Of course I care!" Harry cried, hurt that she would even assume he didn't care for his parents.

"Then where were you, hmm? The day they were murdered. The day your cousins had to flee from their home in fear. The day your cousins had to watch their aunt and uncle sacrifice their lives for their children, so they'd get a head start. So they could flee." Her voice cracked at the end of her sentence, and a single tear leaked from her eye.

"I was there. I watched them die. And if it weren't for Draco, then I would've gotten myself killed as well."

Ginny crossed her arms, "his name is Draco."

"Yes."

"His father killed your parents."

"I'm well aware."

"And yet you still decided to bed him?!" Ginny screamed, red to the face.

"He wasn't the one who killed them!" Harry defended. "He didn't bring the machete down to their necks-!" Harry cut himself off and closed his eyes, inhaling a deep breath.

"Look." Harry started. "He's helped me gain information about the Death Eaters. They're supposed to be going on a hunt in a fortnight. We can end this there." He reasoned.

Ginny bit her tongue, "and how do we know he's telling the truth?"

"Well, firstly, I can sense his emotions. Also meaning I can sense when he's lying," Harry paused, remembering how he couldn't sense Draco's scent while he was telling Harry everything, "secondly, He hates his father as well."

Ginny paused, "Fine. But I don't trust him." She glanced back at Draco, who was still sat on the bed, holding his hand to his neck, "everyone is in the underground bunker and safe, if you're wondering. We'll come here tomorrow. We need to discuss." She stated, casting one last glare towards Draco before storming out of the cabin.

Draco frowned.

Harry turned to face him, "here, let's get you cleaned up." He smiled timidly, helping Draco off the bed.

Draco's knees were wobbly-- no, not from blood loss. He knife barely broke his skin. They were wobbly because of fear, mainly. Anxiety. He could barely keep himself afoot.

Harry sat Draco infront of the fire before rushing to the bathroom, grabbing some bandages and whiskey.

He returned to Draco and sat next to him, turning Draco to face him.
He poured the whiskey on a cloth and removed Draco's hand from his neck, gently dabbing the cloth against the cut.

Draco winced, but didn't complain. He simply watched Harry tend to his wound.

As Harry was focused on Draco's neck, Draco spoke, "she has a point, you know." He said quietly.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... why do you trust me? I have given you no reason for you to put your trust into me."

"You kept me from killing myself," Harry said soflty, glancing up to meet Draco's eyes.

Draco's frown deepened, "it could all be a set up. How would you know?"

Harry cupped Draco's cheek, "is it a set up?"

"No."

"Then I believe you."

"But... why? I don't-" Harry cut Draco off by gently connecting his and Draco's lips, catching Draco off guard.

"That's why. Now shut up and let me focus." Harry ordered, turning back to Draco's neck.

Blush dusted Draco's cheeks, a small smile taking place on his lips.

As Harry was just finishing up the bandage on Draco's neck, Draco planted a soft kiss on Harry's forehead, "thank you for believing me."