Harry's eyes widened. "No! I won't... I can't... I'll take wolfsbane!"
Harry had discounted it, as Draco wasn't taking it, so they would be confined. There wasn't a point to take it.
"It's too late, Harry!"
"I'll go to another spot to go. They're after you, not me!"
Draco's eyes watered. "I'll kill myself trying to escape to find you."
Harry looked at him, stranglely. "Draco? Why would you...." 
But Harry could see the distress in Draco's eyes. He just shook his head, unwilling to explain. Harry knew how Draco's wolf felt about him. Harry could only fleetingly connect to his wolf. When Draco touched his bitemark... he felt the connection. He knew he would hunt down Draco if they were separated. Merlin be fucked, he wanted Draco to touch his mark, their mark. He shook his head clear. Fuck... this was going to be impossible. 
"I'm going to go... make food... for dinner," he announced, awkwardly, and went to the kitchen.
It only took a minute before Draco followed him in. Thankfully, he sat down.
"I'm sorry... I can't leave you alone... I need you," he whispered as Harry fried some sausages. 
"There's nothing to be sorry about Draco. Nothing is your fault. You didn't do anything. I made you bite me. The Dark Lord and your father hurt you. Those bastards and the pack tore you apart... it's not your fault."
Draco dropped his head into his arms on the table. "It's never going to end. I'm never going to be safe."
Harry walked over to him. "Yes, you will. We will figure this out. I promise. Just... don't give up."
"Like I have a choice in that. I hate this... feeling helpless against my own body and mind."
Harry didn't know what to say, but he felt so sad to hear and feel Draco's despondency. Draco looked at him and felt the same. He tried to focus and think positively, but Draco's sadness affected him. 
"I... I'm sorry for this. I thought it'd be better. I thought it would work. I was stupid," he said, guiltily.
He turned back to the frying pan and tried to focus on cooking. He was barely holding on now. His skin was inching under him. The pain was increasing. He was hot... confused... scared... and wanted Draco... in a wolf way. Fuck... he understood now how hard it was to control himself. He had to. Tears dropped down to his hands as he turned the spatula, and he didn't realize he was crying. He tried to stop, but it wasn't working. He was fiddling with the stove when Draco's fingers brushed gently along his bitemark.
Harry nearly dropped to the floor as the warm, comforting feelings shot through him. He whined and Draco caught him as his knees gave out.
"Shh... it's alright. I'm sorry. I forgot... you're probably lost and scared, too. I'll try to help you through this," Draco murmured.
Harry whined and wanted to curl up in Draco's arms, but his reasoning wasn't completely gone. "Please..." he whimpered.
Draco shut off the stove and half-carried him over to the couch. He was so much stronger, now. Harry remembered when Draco could barely walk, but he was healed now. Draco sat down and pulled him down against his side. Draco put his hand in his-their mark, and Harry instantly relaxed against him. He whined shamelessly as Draco comforted him. Merlin, the tables were so reversed, now.
"Sorry... I'm a shitty sire," Draco muttered. "Calm down... it will be alright. It will hurt the first time, but once you're a wolf, you'll heal right up. Speaking of which, you should probably take a healing potion."
Harry hummed in agreement. He didn't want Draco to stop his administrations. He opened his neck more. 
Please, don't stop, he pleaded mentally. He could hear himself whine, but he didn't care. His skin was shifting under him. He was irritated, confused and tired. He didn't like it, but he liked this. This was the best feeling in the world... being here in Draco's arms. He rubbed his head into Draco chest, wanting to get his smell on him.
"At least it's not just me who does that," Draco muttered. "I probably should have talked to you more through this. I'm sorry I was angry... and scared. I still don't know what's going to happen."
Harry had no intention of responding. Draco's hand was on his neck. 
"Lupin warned me... and I should have told you... but I didn't think that you'd... ask me to do... that."
Harry understood the words well enough, but he had no intention of breaking their connection to ask. He finally felt like everything was calm... safe....
"You'll find out soon enough. I hope Granger and Weasley have everything prepared. I'm still scared... of what could happen. But I know... I know that it won't be like last time. I know the wolf will want it, and it won't be as... traumatizing. But it's still humiliating that I have no control over that part of me. I don't want that for us... for our first time. But when do I get anything I want?" Draco murmured, his scent shifting to something close to misery.
That snapped Harry out of his relaxed state, and he nearly jumped out of his seat to hold Draco.
"Don't move," Draco ordered.
Harry was stuck. His eyes opened to look at him. He could break it, the thrall, Draco's control, but Draco requested that he not move. He didn't want his comfort in that second. Sometimes, he knew, you had to let the person work it out. Draco needed to process, and Harry needed to process what he said. He was so convinced that they were going to have sex tonight. But how? There were bars between their pens.
And the first time? Did Draco want...him? Did he want to be together... eventually? He whined. He wanted that. He wanted it to be perfect, to not be forced against their will. He was sad, despite Draco's hand on his throat.
"Shh... the moon is coming... let's just stay here until Granger and Weasley come."
Harry gave a thought to the half-cooked dinner and decided it wasn't important.



Yeah... I'm mean for splitting it up, but it was getting too large, and next is Draco's POV.