What's A Veela? // Drarry Fanfiction (Discontinued And Rewriting)

Chapter Twenty-Two: Flashback Sequence

((A/N, sorry it took me so long to update this series, I don't have my phone, but I may or may not be getting it soon, and my pc likes to block and unblock my fanfiction or any website at that at random times, so I only write chapters when I get it unblocked, sometimes I safe a word document and keep writing, but then I loose motivation within about 3 days after the websites have been blocked, so bear with me, and my now slow updates-

Also, I am now noticing that I did so many things in the time span of a day in this story, so I'm going to try my best to s l o w it down, cause its going way to fast

*Insert 'Why we going so fucking fast ' meme*

Also this chapter is kinda the theme off a fill in episode while I figure out more plot points for the story, so just enjoy this chapter-))

The embrace was warm, and Harry really appreciated it. Without this hug, he would probably be having a panic attack, like, who wouldn't in this situation?

He still was worried about the people outside, even though Draco had said he took care of it. What if Harry just ruined Draco's relationships and trust with the Slytherins? He couldn't have, right? I mean, if Harry had brought Draco into the Gryffindor common room, and decided to defend him, Harry would've lost a lot of trust within the Gryffindors, they wouldn't talk to him for weeks. Along with that, they'd be spreading rumors that could hurt Draco.

He didn't want that.

Draco seemed to hug tighter to the response to his overthinking, to which Harry nuzzled his head into Draco's chest in response. It probably be best if he stopped thinking to much, as they probably will be there for a awhile, or at least until it's safe to leave.

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Harry didn't know how much time had past, and when he had seemed to fall asleep, but he was woken up by a knocking on the door. It wasn't like the banging earlier, but it was softer, and seemed to be more trustworthy.

"Draco? Are you in there?" He heard a voice say from outside the door. The voice was familiar, but not familiar enough for him to know who it was.

Harry moved from Draco's chest, that he was laying on, and looked up at him. He was asleep as well, a bit of his hair falling onto his face.

Two more knocks came from the door, and Harry looked at the door in surprise, as it scared him partially. He then looked back at the sleeping blonde. He didn't want to wake him up, so he got out of his arms, and very carefully moved the blonde.

"I don't think he's in there, lets move on" said another voice from outside before Harry could open the door. He hesitated at first, but opened the door anyways, right when the two people were about to walk away.

They noticed him admittedly and just kinda stared at him. It was Parkinson and Zabini who were looking for Draco, which made sense, since they were friends. At least Harry hoped they still were friends, after how they seemed to argue earlier.

Parkinson cleared her throat, before speaking, "Is Draco in there?" Harry could tell she was trying to be nice, though Zabini seemed to stare daggers into his skull.

"Yes—" Harry said, seeing that they moved to step inside, "—but he's sleeping, and can't come out right now."

"Asleep? Why is he asleep? What did you do to him" Zabini butted in, taking a step forward, but Parkinson stretched out her arm in front of him and stopped him in his tracks. Harry was for sure that Zabini didn't like him.

"I promise I didn't do anything!" Harry quickly stated, "We just fell asleep, due to stress, I guess..?" But Zabini didn't really look like he believed that, but did nothing.