Harry Potter and the Mystery Mate {Drarry}

Chapter 11: Harry Messes Up

(Draco's POV)

Draco wasn't sure what to do. His head was filled with questions. Should he go back and meet Harry again tonight? Should he not go back and meet him tonight? Was it a trap? Was it not a trap? Was this bacon actually fat free like the package said? Was the bacon not fat free? Draco was torn.

What should he do? Should he go to meet Harry? Should he eat the bacon?

Draco decided a decision needed to be made. After all, there was only 10 minutes left of breakfast. With the weight of his decision heavy on his shoulders, Draco decided to...not eat the bacon. He grabbed a green apple instead.

With that decision made, Draco curled up with his apple in Pansy's bag, so no one could see him eat it and claim he was snogging the apple. If only deciding what to do with Harry was as simple as Draco's bacon crisis.

All day, Draco contemplated what to do. Or at least Draco contemplated whenever he was awake, which was only really during meals and potions class. Draco didn't dare sleep through potions, not after what had happened yesterday.

Thoughts about veelas swarmed in Draco's head. Last night, after Harry hadn't shown, Draco had spent the rest of the night researching veelas in the library.

By dinner time, Draco still hadn't made a decision. Draco decided he was being foolish. He didn't even know if Harry would show up if Draco did go. They had planned to meet the previous night, but Harry hadn't shown up, and so they had never actually made plans to meet tonight.

Draco was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of a cup being slammed down onto the table, not far from him. Draco traced the hand on the cup upwards, with his eyes, to see that it belonged to Blaise.

"That's it! You've been debating all day about this! If you can't make a decision, I'll decide for you!" Some of the other Slytherins at the table looked at Blaise oddly, but all of them shifted their attention back to their food once they were met with Pansy's hard glare.

Draco would have responded to Blaise, but he was in his ferret form. Draco was starting to get a little tired of being in ferret form. He couldn't talk, cast spells, or really do anything when he was.

"Okay fine. It's decided. You're going tonight," said Blaise, leaving no room for argument. And with that, Blaise went back to his food.

~~~Time skip brought to you by my love of the Renegades Trilogy~~~

Draco paced across the room, while worrying his lip. Blaise had let Draco borrow his wand, so Draco could put charms on the room to keep Harry out. If Harry wanted to talk, he could talk. But that didn't mean Draco would let Harry see him. You didn't need to see a person to talk to them.

After what seemed like forever, but in reality was probably no more than a few minutes, there was a knock on the door.

"Hello," said Draco, trying to sound more confident than he actually was.

"Hi." There was a moment of silence before Harry said with a tinge of impatience, "well are you going to let me in?"

"Nope."

"No?"

"That's what I said. I didn't know being a veela came with a loss of hearing," Draco snapped. This was gonna be a long night, if he couldn't go two seconds without losing his temper with the wizard.

"Excuse me?! Being a veela is awesome! There are absolutely no disadvantages! I have wings!"

"Absolutely no disadvantages? Don't veelas die if some random stranger pre-picked for them doesn't approve of them?"