A/N: for all of those people who wished for it to go simply, I do apologise. I've written a ball of depression for you lot, but happiness does find its way in :) I just want to thank everyone who's commented, it really does mean a lot to me!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.

Harry's eyes flew wide with shock, a million thoughts running through his mind at once. Draco pulled away, opening his eyes, gaze cast down. A small tear trickled down his cheek and joined one of the puddles or rainwater on the ground.

Neither knew what to say. Harry opened his mouth to speak but he couldn't find the right words to say.

It quickly became unbearable for Draco to stand there any longer, and he descended the steps out of the small garden into the hall, leaving the ballroom quickly.

Harry simply stood in the rain, not knowing what to do. Drawing in a deep breath, he closed his eyes and immediately his form melted away into that of a hundred black bats. The small cloud of creatures took off.

******

Draco entered his and Harry's living room, willing himself not to cry. He wouldn't cry over this, he wasn't that much of a child.

Shock and embarrassment ran through him as he bumped into a figure, quickly realising it was Harry. A cold wind blew his hair back, the window was wide open.

"Harry, I-" Draco began, at least wanting to explain himself. Maybe Harry would understand, and forgive him-

Draco was quickly cut off as Harry grabbed the collar of his shirt, Draco's eyes widening. Harry's eyes were a blood red, his skin that familiar tone of grey Draco had grown used to. His hair was wild, a frenzied look in his blood coloured eyes.

Before Draco could react, brace himself for what he'd expected to be a punch in the face, Harry crashed his lips against Draco's.

The werewolf barely had time to register what was happening before he found the sense in himself to kiss Harry back.

Harry was kissing him in a hungry, frenzied way, but Draco was quick to reply with months of pent up desperation, getting his fingers tangled in Harry's already wild black hair.

Harry bit down on Draco's lower lip, earning a gasp from the werewolf. He took the opportunity to deepen the kiss by exploring Draco's now open mouth. Harry pushed Draco down onto the nearest couch, straddling him as he trailed his cold lips down Draco's neck.

He revelled in the way Draco trembled at his touch, shivers running down his spine at the pleasure filled sounds Draco couldn't help from making at the feel of Harry's cold lips on his neck, Harry smirking at the well earned gasp when he brushed his fangs against Draco's skin.

******

Draco awoke the next morning, head pounding as he looked around, weak. He was back in his bedroom.

It took a few minutes for last night's events to come back to him, getting out of his tangled bedsheets slowly. He looked to the clock, seeing it was already ten in the morning. Harry had probably gone to classes for today.

With his vision spinning slightly, he managed to register his appearance in the mirror.

His hair was messier than he'd ever seen it, the white locks sticking out at awkward and unusual angles.

Dark purple and blue hickies and bite marks littered his pale neck and chest, making him gulp as the heat rushed to his face.

He knew for a fact that he and Harry hadn't gone further than kissing or contact, but that didn't make matters any better for the werewolf.

He closed his eyes and turned away from the mirror, groaning in pain as his head throbbed. Finally he stumbled, unable to stand up straight.

He hit the floor quickly, banging his head on his dresser as he hit the ground. He let out a cry of surprise and pain, now aware of the pain splitting through his skull as well as the dull throbbing he doubted would leave anytime soon.

Draco let out a desperate, loud, whine, hoping that if Harry was still here he'd hear him and come to help. Draco had never wanted anyone in his life by his side more than he did now.

And so he lay there, unanswered, mind whirling. His head was filled with drunken, bizarre scenarios of what could have happened last night. But most of all was the feeling of betrayal.

How could Harry have done this, and then simply gotten up and left, without a single word of explanation?

Now trembling weakly, he took back the words he'd told himself last night. He was a child who'd cry over this.

Lying on his own floor, shaking like a leaf, Draco began to sob.

******

Harry hadn't moved from his desk in potions all morning. By now everyone else had gotten up to boil cauldrons or whatever they were doing, but the vampire remained with his head on the desk, thankful that Snape wasn't making him do anything today.

His brain simply wouldn't leave him alone, telling him he was stupid for leaving Draco alone, stupid for doing what he did last night, stupid for not trying to talk it out.

But what would he even have said? Hey, sorry that we nearly had sex last night, let's forget it!

But the truth was... He didn't want to forget it. Harry found himself hating himself for losing control that badly, but even now his mind cast up images of Draco trembling beneath him, shirtless, completely exposed and helpless, bite marks covering his pale skin, and he found himself not regretting it one bit.

And it was Draco who'd kissed him in the first place. It was ultimately the blond who'd been willing to sacrifice everything.

And Harry found himself feeling distraught as he realised maybe they had. He didn't know how to approach Draco anymore, didn't know what to do with himself. And knowing that Draco was back in the dorm, probably suffering alone, made him feel even worse.

******

Draco had managed to pull himself off the floor, but didn't have the energy to cast a healing spell on his now bleeding head. He barely managed to register the dark red splotchiness dotting his snow coloured hair, standing out brightly.

He didn't have the energy to do anything. To pull on a shirt, to fix his bleeding head, to think, to eat...

The world kept spinning before his eyes, his hands shaking as he clutched onto the doorframe, the stairs looking much more threatening than they ever had before. He could feel his legs trembling with each step he took, until finally they refused to hold his weight and he collapsed at the bottom of the stairs, whimpering weakly.

"Harry," he managed to whine. "Where are you when I need you?"

Only the silence of the room and his own, heavy, harsh breathing filled his ears. He could feel blood trickling down the back of his neck now, and managed to spot his wand lying a few metres away, just out of reach.

For now he could only lean against the wall, swearing under his breath.

Night was upon him shockingly quickly, it felt like he'd been there for five minutes when in reality it had been almost seven hours. Drawing in a deep breath, he knew he had to get up now, or something bad would happen. Just get up, and struggle to the shrieking shack.

Dusk had fallen as he managed to pull a black cloak around his shoulders, pulling up the hood and wrapping his arms around himself as he walked through the corridors.

By the time he'd reached the corridor that lead to the main doors, the curfew had been called. A prefect rounded the corner.

"What're you doing out of bed?"

He vaguely managed to make out the blueness on his robes. Great, a Ravenclaw.

"None of your business," Draco said, sneering as best as he could.

"I think you'll find it is my business," the prefect replied, narrowing his eyes.

"Hey," came a voice. Draco turned, managing to make out the vague form of the care of magical creatures class' new teacher, Eddie Redmayne. "Let him go."

The prefect paused, but nodded and continued on his way.

"Need some help?"

Draco was slumped against the wall, breathing heavily. He nodded weakly.

"Where are you headed?" The teacher asked, opening the door and beginning to walk across the grounds, Draco stumbling every now and again. Draco lifted a hand weakly, and pointed to the Whomping Willow. "The tree?"

"There's a passage... Underneath," Draco mumbled. Newt nodded.

Draco struggled down the passage alone, Newt having left to go back to the castle at the entrance. The darkness made his mind foggy and hazy, until he finally came out into the shrieking shack.

He still had twenty minutes before the moon finally hit, so with curiosity in mind he managed to look around the building.

It was old and breaking, the wood crumbling slightly. A large window looked out to the outside world, and a staircase that led up to a second floor. He was too weak to look up there, so he set about pulling off his clothes lazily so they wouldn't be shredded.

He could see the moon from the window now, rising above the clouds.

His heart stopped momentarily. The potion.

Draco bit his lip and began searching through his jacket, terror spreading through him. It wasn't there. He'd left it on his bedside table.

"Shit," he whispered, a horrified look on his face as the moonlight hit his skin, convulsions ripping through his body as he began to scream, body contorting into the form of a beast.

******

Harry sat on the rooftop, his legs dangling over the edge of tiled surface. The long drop wasn't a threat to him.

He sighed weakly as the moonlight hit his skin. He'd only returned to the dorm after he was sure Draco had left, only to climb out the window and sit on the roof.

His heightened hearing managed to pick up screams, and he winced. Standing, he looked over to the whomping willow.

A demonic roar echoed through the air, making Harry frown. A sinking feeling of dread had formed in his stomach. Something bad was happening.

He climbed back inside, and walked up to Draco's room. His heart sank when he saw the bottle of Wolfsbane still on the werewolf's bedside table.

Quickly, he dashed back outside the window and took off across the roof. The tiled surface was slippery, but he kept running, faster than speed itself as he became a mere blur.

The shrieking shack was in sight within thirty seconds, the sound of shattering glass filling Harry's ears as he saw a giant, white wolf leap from a huge window two stories up in the shack.

It paused for a moment, before letting out a monstrous howl, lifting its head towards the moon above.

With its teeth bared, the creature continued on its way, trotting down the path to Hogsmeade.

"No, no, no!" Harry hissed, taking a deep breath before leaping from the roof. His hair was blown back from his face as he allowed himself to free fall for a few seconds before his form melted away into the form of a hundred bats.

He flew across the grounds towards the shack as fast as the hundreds of wings would take him, yet he feared even he wouldn't be fast enough.

******

A pair of yellow eyes peeked out from the darkness of Hogsmeade. The town was darkened, people having long gone to sleep as it was now around one in the morning.

The gravel crunched under a set of large, white furred paws as the monstrous wolf sniffed the air, immediately locking onto a target as its eyes narrowed with a demonic growl.

A lone man wandered down the streets, seemingly in a drunken stupor. Ne was muttering to himself and stumbling with every step he took.

In a crouched position the wolf crept forward, sticking to the shadows until he was a mere two metres away from the man. He prepared to leap, teeth bared.

He sprang forward, claws at the ready. The man screeched in pain as his arm was torn open. Just as the wolf prepared to attack again, a cloud of bats came barreling into the side of his head. The wolf was thrown backwards by the force, left lying on the pavement as it got up growling.

Harry materialised back into human form, bracing himself for an attack. The man had passed out on the floor, thankfully.

The beast snarled angrily, before its eyes widened at the sight of the vampire. It tilted its head to one side before letting out a whine.

"Draco?" Harry questioned, watching the wolf's ear flicker. "Is that you?"

He didn't receive a response, just another whimper as the wolf turned its head away in shame, ears flattened against its head in a submissive manner.

"Let's get you back to the shack before anyone sees you," Harry sighed, beginning to walk, hearing the crunching of the gravel as the huge beast followed.

Harry frowned to himself as they walked. That man was nearly killed by the werewolf, so why wasn't he being savaged? Draco obviously wasn't in control of his own body, he hadn't taken the potion and Harry doubted he'd attack anyone willingly. And then there was another thing. After seeing Lupin transform last year, he found himself comparing the two.

Lupin's werewolf form was more manlike, with a doglike head but a general human bone structure. The werewolf behind him was a pure, gigantic wolf, twice the size of a normal wolf. And yet when Draco rarely used his shape shifting talent, he was a normal sized, white wolf.

Harry had seen pictures of werewolves in textbooks before, and they looked like Lupin, not how Draco appeared.

Harry caught sight of red staining the fur on the back of the wolf's neck, sticking out against the snowy colour.

"You hurt yourself. I knew I shouldn't have left you on your own today," Harry murmured, silently cursing at himself. The wolf followed him obediently into the shrieking shack.

It lay down on the floor, looking out the window at the moon. Harry spotted Draco's clothes in a corner, and picked up the cloak, pulling it around his shoulders for comfort.

"I know that you probably can't hear me, Draco," Harry began, watching as the wolf blinked curiously at him. "But I want to apologise. It was stupid of me to leave you alone today, and it was a horrible thing to do after... After what happened last night."

Silence reigned for a few minutes before the wolf sniffed at the cloak Harry had pulled around himself. Harry couldn't help but grin.

"This was the cloak you lent me for the Yule Ball, do you remember? Everyone was staring at me because it's a Slytherin cloak."

The creature blinked at him for a few seconds, before looking out to the moon again. It tilted its head towards the sky, and began to howl. It was a melancholy, sad, sound, yet at the same time filled with so much beauty.

Harry's eyes widened, noticing a certain tune to the beast's singing.

******

Newt pushed open the door as quietly as he could, not wanting to disturb Credence in case he'd fallen asleep. He saw the boy, standing in front of the fire, back turned towards him. He was shirtless, his wet hair dripping drops of water down his back. He'd probably only gotten out of the shower a few minutes ago.

With a mischievous smile, Newt crept closer before wrapping his arms around Credence's waist, pulling him to his chest. The dark haired boy let out a shriek of terror before realising who it was.

"God, did you have to creep up on me like that, Newt?" Credence asked, narrowing his eyes accusingly. "You nearly gave me a heart attack."

"Sorry," Newt murmured through laughter. Credence rolled his eyes, then closed them as he felt Newt's lips on his shoulder, the brown haired man kissing his skin softly, then resting his head on his shoulder. "Am I forgiven?"

"I suppose."

"You look tired," Newt mumbled, nuzzling Credence's neck affectionately.

Credence merely hummed in reply, leaning into the embrace.

"You go up to bed then. I'll be there in a few minutes," Newt said, Credence sighing inwardly at the loss of contact as Newt dropped his arms back to his sides.

He walked up the stairs, grabbing a towel and drying off his hair as much as he could before walking into the bedroom and flopping down on the bed.

He was tired. Extremely tired. Almost worryingly so. His mind was filled with miserable thoughts, a dark cloud swirling permanently over him. His muscles ached, his eyes stung.

Yet at least he had Newt. It had become an unspoken agreement between the two, that no longer were their actions all part of an 'act' to hide their true identities. And if Credence was honest, there was no one he'd rather be accidentally married to.

******

The moon went down faster than Harry had expected it to, as it was only just four in the morning.

As soon as the rays of moonlight stopped hitting the surface of the earth, the wolf next to Harry began to whine in pain, the vampire instinctively standing and taking a few steps back.

It was a horrible thing to watch. He could see the wolf's body contorting, hear every snap of bone, almost feel the creature's pain himself as if shrieked in pure agony.

It's body slowly began to morph into that of the boy Harry knew, it's amber eyes turning that stone cold, stormy grey Harry was used to.

Instead of where the giant wolf had once sat, now lay Draco Malfoy, his pale body shaking as he sobbed weakly.

Harry threw the cloak over Draco, purposely turning his head to look away. Draco merely stifled his sobs, lifting his head weakly. He tried to prop himself up on his hands, failing as his arms shook beneath him, refusing to support his weight.

"Draco? Draco, I-" Harry reached out to put a hand on the werewolf's shoulder, retracting it as the blond flinched away.

"D-Don't touch me," Draco's words were forced. "Where were you?!"

"I was- I didn't mean to-" Harry stuttered, unable to find the words.

"I don't want your stupid excuses!" Draco cried, tears streaming down his face. "I needed you, and you weren't there!"

Harry diverted his gaze, expression pained as guilt spread through him. "Draco, I never meant for any of this to happen, I just-"

"No, of course you didn't!" Draco choked. "You just leave me in a state of emotional confusion and I end up nearly killing someone!"

"I'm not your mother!" Harry said, now growing frustrated. "I shouldn't have to look after you!"

Draco's eyes widened. He looked like he'd been punched in the face.

"All I ever ask," Draco murmured, wearing a hurt expression. "Is for you to care. That's all I've ever asked."

"I do care!"

"Well you have a fantastic way of showing it," Draco hiccuped, tears silently still running down his cheeks.

"I'm sorry," Harry murmured, tears filling his own eyes.

"Just go away," Draco said, curling the cloak tighter around himself. "Leave me alone. That's what you do best, isn't it?"

"No. I'm not leaving you here," Harry's voice was firm. "You're hurt, your head's bleeding. Get dressed, and we'll go see Snape."

"Don't tell me what to do." That all familiar sneer that used to be permanently painted on the boy's features was back, and Harry didn't like it one bit.

Harry narrowed his eyes, his gaze eventually becoming to piercing for Draco to handle.

"Fine then," Draco gave in. "Turn around."

Harry did as he was told, turning around to let Draco pull on his clothes.

"It hasn't been easy on me either," Harry said, his voice quiet. "My friends hate me, and I don't even know why anymore. Have they changed? Have I changed? Well of course I've changed. I'm not the same person anymore. I'm more dead than my goddamn parents and it won't take much longer for them to figure that out."

Draco had stood up, a pitiful expression on his face. Harry had dug his palms into his eyes to prevent himself from crying. It was failing to work.

He moved to stand in front of Harry, gently taking the vampire's wrists and pulling his hands away from his face. His green eyes were filled with tears, yet there was something about those green eyes that gave Draco the chills.

Draco had, sadly, seen many people die throughout his life. Mainly it was victims of Voldemort's cruel ways. Yet when Draco had first seem someone die, the thing that had stuck with him since was the look in their eyes. The way the light simply... Faded, leaving behind emotionless, and empty eyes, looking like they were staring through you instead of at you.

Harry had those eyes. His once bright green eyes were dull and lifeless, haunted by his now dim future. They looked straight through everything, almost as if Harry couldn't focus.

Draco lifted a hand and cupped Harry's cheek, wiping away the tears that had formed there. From his touch the vampire's skin returned to grey, the green in his eyes fading to reveal the deep red hiding underneath. Now his eyes weren't lifeless. His ruby red gaze was filled with emotion, emotion that his green eyes couldn't hold anymore.

Harry gave him a tearful smile, which Draco returned.

He leaned in until there foreheads were touching, Harry's cold skin pressed against his own. Drawing in a deep breath, Draco leaned in until their lips were pressed together.

This wasn't like the other kisses they'd shared over the past 24 hours. This one want desperate, wasn't filled with hunger. It was gentle, caring. Draco, finally happy that he was kissing Harry Potter and Harry was kissing him back, poured everything he could into telling Harry one, simple thing.

I love you.

A/N: well, there you go. Happiness. But I can guarantee it won't last long! Next chapter is going to be focused on Credence and his past life, so just warning you, it will include: suicide attempts, self harm, depression, anxiety, and child abuse. There will be a trigger warning above the chapter. Thanks guys!