"This was the inn you got us Potter?" Malfoy says looking around.

"I'm sorry this place doesn't suit your riches." I look at him. 

He puts his stuff on the bed. He lies down on it.

"It smells terrible in here." His face grimaces.

"I don't have a lot of money unlike you." I say.

I'm feeling hot. I take off my shirt. I feel real guilty about this. I didn't tell anyone. However, this is the best way I can keep them safe. I have to keep everyone safe. I'm a danger to them all. I'm a monster. Heck, I am both werewolf and vampire. Like seriously. I'm a monster.

"Wow. Feeling hot Harry." Malfoy sits up.

I turn to him. 

"We can make it hotter." Malfoy takes off his shirt.

I let out a breath. I smile. I jump onto the bed. We press our faces into each other. I grip his head. He moves his hands up my back. With him for some reason, I feel more relaxed. I feel less scared. My heart feels healed. His smell is medicine and his body is like a bed for me to lay all my worries.