The Extinct Soulmate

Feelings?

The weeks had flown by for Draco, keeping his head down and out of sight. He knew to get through the school year without being attacked too much he would have to let himself be hit and mocked by them, and hope that their tempers weren't that bad. 

So this is how he found himself in this situation, being pushed against a wall by a probably closeted homophobe, not that he had said anything, and being punched. It would probably leave a black eye, and how was he supposed to cover that. All the spells he knew wouldn't cover black eyes, and it was probably dangerous to even try. He let himself be kicked before the closeted homophobe got bored and ran off.

He tried to get up, the pain a bit much, and half walked back to his dormitory, where he could heal himself in private.

Draco walked in, and collapsed onto the bed, considering to just let himself die so he could stay in bed.

"What's gotten into you then." 

"Potter, now is not the time for your whole 'let's be friends' nonsense."

He had completely forgotten Harry existed. He wondered if there was a way out that could lead him to not spilling all his secrets, but there seemed to be nothing that would stop the inevitable. 

"Are you okay?" Draco turned around, to face him, and just groaned.

"No," he said, "I mean, I'll be fine, but to do so I'll have to do several things that I have no wish of you knowing what they are, or that I'm doing them." He groaned again.

"Would you like me the leave or stay?"

"No, you can stay, but if you tell anyone about this, I will kill you." 

Their relationship had come quite far for the few weeks they'd been here. At first, they just didn't speak to each other, neither one having any interest in fighting or friendship. But when Harry had stopped some more closeted homophobes from attacking him, they had formed a thin level of trust. Draco then had helped Harry through a nightmare, and the thin line of trust became a little thicker. 

There was still many things they just didn't talk about, like the manor, or the Dursley's, or the war in general. Whenever a topic like that came up, they just sat in silence, before moving on. 

They both knew about the mate thing, but again, still hadn't really broached the subject. They hugged, probably touched more than they should, but no one really questioned it. They had built a solid friendship, and neither wanted to lose that. And Harry, the only one of them hadn't actually realised his feelings yet. (The dumb sh*t)

Draco knew he would have to take out his wings to heal himself fully, and although he hadn't actually told Harry that he was part creature, he honestly couldn't see him hating him for it. After all, Harry was creature to. The only people who really hated creatures were incredibly prejudiced  purebloods. 

"Draco?" He snapped his head up. "You gonna heal that or do you want me to?" So he didn't know about Veela's healing powers.

"Um, I'm a Veela, and we have this thing that we do to heal us and our mat..." Draco trailed off at the end, but Harry could hear what he was saying. They both blushed bright red. 

"So, do you wanna do your thing or shall I leave or," Harry stumbled.

"Stay." He brought out his wings, which where kind of shimmery. It was annoying him. He turned to Harry, to find him bright red and staring intently at the wings. Harry then stood up and left, one thought on his mind. 

"Omg, this boy is the most beautiful person ever I'm so gay omg."

Hi everyone, thank you to everyone who is reading this, honestly you guys actually reading my stuff makes my day. I'll try to update again soon, as I'm now on holiday! I'll get some wolfstar in next chapter - Killian

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