This is... w-wrong... isn't it? What am I doing here..?
"Are you sure about this?"
"I-... y-yes..."
"I mean--what if I hurt y-"
"P-please... I know you won't."
My lips turn up into a faint smile that seems to ease his heart at least a little.
"Okay well... you know I've never..?"
"It's just a bite... just a little one, right? Right... here. I-i-it'll be fine--I'll be fine... o-okay..?"
He gulps. Is that... blush, on his cheeks? He gives me a slow nod, then lowers in. Closer and closer, then his jaw starts to lower.
And I can't tell if he's going slow on purpose or... if it's all in my head. But every detail, flashes into focus, one by one, one at a time.
First, the two little fangs poking out behind his upper lip. They're these perfect little triangle shapes, and the way they glint and catch the candlelight... i-it's like they're made of snow.
I feel my heartbeat racing faster.
Next my eyes catch on these little thin trails of saliva--a-at least I think that's what they are. Like a couple invisible threads, with shining sparkles all along.
His tongue zips out all of a sudden--like a reflex. I barely feel it at all the first time, but the next they send shivers up my arm. My fur sticks out and fluffs up, and it tickles, just a bit.
He lets it wiggle out like that another couple times, and I watch his eyelids droop and flutter. It's... kinda cute... isn't it..?
My breath speeds up.
And... it feels... good.
"Ah!" His lips. He's kissing me right there. And again, then he glances up at me, and there's this little smile on his face--I don't think I've ever seen him like that before. I like it. I smile back. But I can't help but glance away. I'm blushing. I can feel it.
"D-don't stop there... okay..?"
I feel a rush of air from his nostrils, warm--amused. And then it hits.
"Aahhh! Hha..." I stop myself from jerking away. It... isn't as hard as I thought it'd be--letting his fangs just sink right in, and the sting that comes with it. I look down and see the way he closes his eyes, and it's just like back then--that one night, at the party.
So... peaceful...
He's... sweet...
I-... I think I... I-
"I like you... Harry."
