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The boy looks drugged, caught between a man who's almost twice his size and a girl who looks like she wouldn't even break a sweat snapping him in half despite her small stature, eyes closed and mouth open as he pants, arching up between them almost as if he's trying to escape. Normally, Harry would ignore it and continue on his search for someone to drink from, someone who wouldn't mind his sharp teeth and rough hands. He's seen plenty of boys like this one, ones who picked the wrong playmates, and if he stopped to rescue every single one of them he would have died from thirst a long time ago. This one, though. There's something about this one, the sheen of his bright blue eyes as he blinks slowly, looks around as though he doesn't know where he is, the weakness of his hands as he tries to push the girl off of him and make his escape.

Stories of Alyssa Enrile & Cole Evans.

THIS IS PART TWO : "You're playing a game you can't win," he whispered, tightening his grip. "I already have," she choked out, becoming light-headed as she struggled to get a full breath in. He was well aware just where to hold, because he held her right on the edge of passing out. "Is that so?" He asked. "From where I'm sitting, you have not." His thumb released her enough to stroke her throat. "Enlighten me, Hermione." She shivered at the sinful way her name sounded on his lips.