HeartBreak (Veela Drarry)

The First Date

After Harry insisted that Draco pick the place, the blonde had decided on a small muggle cafe. The blonde's mind had initially blanked upon Harry's request. He didn't know where he wanted to go... just that he wanted Harry to like the place. He then remembered how upset his mate was when Ron took them to the Leaky.

Harry doesn't like crowds.

He also doesn't like being recognized.

Maybe we shouldn't be meeting in the wizarding world at all...

So Draco sent his letter with confidence:

Harry,

I know this little cafe in the muggle world. How about we meet there at 12?

Draco.

Harry's letter had come within what felt like seconds, stating that the brunette agreed.

The blonde felt a twinge at that. He wanted to show Harry off to the world. He wanted every potential partner to see that Harry was his and his alone. He wanted everyone to see that he had the best, kindest, smartest, most perfect mate, better than those of all the other veelas.

He shoved all those longings down.

It's just my stupid veela side.

Harry doesn't like it in the wizarding world.

He would also hate it if I flaunt him the way I want to.

Nothing really matters except Harry and what he wants.

So, he gave Harry the address and went to bed. After all these logistics were sorted, though, Draco was left with one very important question.

Is this a date?

His inner veela had decided that it was and was already picking out wedding suits.

YOUR MATE WANTS YOU!

YOUR MATE IS GOING TO COURT YOU!!

YOU'RE GOING TO BE TOGETHER FOREVER AND EVER AND EVER!

But the blonde's more logical side knew it wasn't that simple. Was Harry even gay? Did he even like Draco that way? He knew he would probably spend half the night pondering the issue. But then the shrieking came back, worse than it ever was before. It almost completely deafened him.

STOP QUESTIONING MATE!

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?

MATE IS PERFECT!

HIS IS COURTING YOU!

DON'T DRIVE HIM AWAY

DON'T DRIVE HIM AWAY

DON'T DRIVE HIM AWAY

Draco curled up into a ball, sobbing his eyes out on his bed. The voices were loud enough to be painful and he didn't know how to make them stop. He didn't know what he did to set them off. He wasn't even questioning Harry's motives, just surprised by his request and wondering what it meant. Apparently, his inner veela would wreak havoc on him if he even considers the option that this might not be a date.

The next day, he went to the cafe five minutes early. The moment he walked through the door, he saw Harry already sitting there, nervously fidgeting with his jacket sleeves. The brunette dressed casually, in plain dark blue jeans and a black shirt and jacket. Draco thanked god for it. At least he hadn't gotten it wrong when it came to the dress code for that morning.