Howard tries to weakly pull his wrist from under Draco's boot, moaning as the last of the pain leaves his body, to be replaced with exhaustion. And then Eponine is on top of him.
He doesn't know where she came from. He doesn't know if she was in the dark with them all along, quietly listening as Draco mocked her. He doesn't know, if she was here, why she didn't make her move sooner, why she didn't speak up. But he knows it's her from the hoarseness of her breathing, from the smell of her that he remembers from hugging each other after the last Arena.
"Eponine, what are you..." She's hugging him, and then she's leaning in for a kiss, and while he's wondered what that might be like, if he'd like that, this is wrong. Something's wrong. He doesn't move as her lips press to his, paralyzed with confusion, until she bites down.
He screams again and tries to squirm out from under her. Her teeth are fangs, ripping a gash clean through his already swollen mouth. His lower lip cleaves in half, punctured, torn, like a hoof. He apologizes to her in his mind as he brings a knee up into her hips to try and force her off him.
Did she betray him? Why? Why would she stand there while Draco mocked them both and then attack him? Howard gives a confused sob and reaches for the knife again, dimly aware of Draco watching them both on the floor.
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He doesn't know where she came from. He doesn't know if she was in the dark with them all along, quietly listening as Draco mocked her. He doesn't know, if she was here, why she didn't make her move sooner, why she didn't speak up. But he knows it's her from the hoarseness of her breathing, from the smell of her that he remembers from hugging each other after the last Arena.
"Eponine, what are you..." She's hugging him, and then she's leaning in for a kiss, and while he's wondered what that might be like, if he'd like that, this is wrong. Something's wrong. He doesn't move as her lips press to his, paralyzed with confusion, until she bites down.
He screams again and tries to squirm out from under her. Her teeth are fangs, ripping a gash clean through his already swollen mouth. His lower lip cleaves in half, punctured, torn, like a hoof. He apologizes to her in his mind as he brings a knee up into her hips to try and force her off him.
Did she betray him? Why? Why would she stand there while Draco mocked them both and then attack him? Howard gives a confused sob and reaches for the knife again, dimly aware of Draco watching them both on the floor.