Chapter 7 Animal

Draco

It's been two weeks and Harry hasn't spoken a word to me, not a single word leaves his lips even when he would slice open his wrists for me to feed. Still Harry's words "I just want you to love me" rang through my head like wedding bells, God fuck me and bury me alive.

How could I be so... so selfish?

Taking advantage of him like that?

I thought he wanted what I wanted, a connection after that dumb move, I could've lost Harry forever I must apologize to him. On the way I kept telling myself that everything will be fine, I might as well rip out my cold and unbeating heart for him to see. I hung my head low and drag myself to see Harry I stop in the hallway to see him painting, it's nice to see that he still paints every time the brush touches the blank canvas it's like a picture book being unfolded.

My eyes widen at his newest painting in pure shock.

"Harry, what is this?"

He doesn't answer.

Harry keeps painting and painting his heart out I peer into his mind again for the millionth time.

"If I show him how I feel in painting then he won't treat me like a fucking animal, he'll never understand my pain I might as well give up life. I'm poison to him."

I take a small step towards him and whisper in his ear "Harry, I'm so sorry you're not poison. Never give up on life, you're so perfect I love you."

"Do you really though?" he whispered back harshly.

"Yes, I do, and I can prove it to you anyway you want"

Harry dropped the paintbrush into the jar full of water, swirling like blood "read me your poetry" he blushes " I love it when you read your poetry out aloud."

I snake my arms around his waist and pull him closer, lips meeting mine I kiss him the right way- not the harmful and wrong way. To my shock he kissed me back after all the shit that I've said and done to him, he still loves me no matter what Harry pulls away from the kiss and elopes me into a warm hug.

Another thing I forgot to mention, Harry is a huge hugger.

I hug him back my eyes can't leave from the painting that Harry calls a masterpiece, the painting was beautiful in a haunting way I lift his chin up his eyes meet mine.

"What do you call this one?" I asked.

"Death by love" was all he said.

"I can see why."

The painting captured my inner monster, and it was bloody scary, in the painting Harry's naked body was lying on the marble floor, sideways like a dead person. He had bite marks all over him and they were oozing with blood, blood was also pooling around his body out of his wounds. And the scary part was that I was there kneeling over him, fangs gleaming with his blood.

"I'm so sorry if I did that to you, I thought that you wanted what I wanted."

"It's okay I did want it, but not like that Also I think my mind was playing tricks on me, I can't feel my arsehole or my legs."

"Sorry about that"

My stomach gurgled at me it wanted blood I was hungry, but not in a sexual way more like in a give me food kind of way. It's been two weeks since I haven't had a proper meal and I was starving, raising my hand to click my fingers Harry's hand wraps around my wrist, stopping me from clicking my fingers. Harry slices his wrist open for me to feed I lower my head and suck on his sugar sweet blood.

He didn't flinch or cry out from the pain I guess he's used to it by now.

"You're such an animal." Harry sighed as his blood dripped onto the floor, when I'm finished feeding, I wrap a bandage around his wrist and pull him into another hug squeezing him tighter than usual.

"Draco..." Harry squealed.

"Yes?"

"You're crushing me, I can't breathe."

I snap my eyes open and sharply pull way, hopefully I didn't give him bruises or crack his ribcage. Sometimes I forget that I'm stronger than him.

"Shit, Harry are you okay?"

"I think so" Harry lifted his shirt and frowned he counted each purplish bruise forming on his skin.

"Really? ten bruises?" he said.

"I'm sorry." I blush.

"It's okay, I'll heal" he smiled.

I love it when he says I'll heal, we'd do anything for love I would even kill form him.

If I wanted to.

Even if it's him.

Harry was right - again I'm such an animal.

Yet we're all animals in our own way.