Veela (Drarry fanfic)

Chapter eighteen

Ron POV

Sometimes I can't help thinking about Harry and Malfoy. How can Harry like him after how he treated us? How can Harry like any boy? It's unnerved me since Hermione told me, and I tried to be okay with it, but it's hard. To think my best friend is gay? My parents have always told me that being gay is bad. That was the only thing they were ever really against. I especially don't like seeing Harry with Malfoy- they way he looks at him makers me want to throw up. It's just not natural for a boy to look at a boy that way. I swear, if I see them doing anything gay together I'm going to flip. (A/N and you guys thought I'd forgotten Ron was acting weird on the train!)

Draco POV

Harry and I are sitting near the lake under a blossom tree with the sun beating down on my face.

Last night was the sixth month anniversary of my inheritance. That marks the day when a veela starts craving their mate. They start becoming more erotic. It was hard. (A/N guys you know what this means... Smut soon!)

I went to the room of requirement. Just looking at Harry made me want to do things that are definitely against the rules (*wink wink*). I walked in to be met with a dark, empty room. Perfect.

I lay on the floor, clenching and unclenching my fists, debating whether or not I should go back to the room. I was feeling pretty horny. It was like I needed Harry. Like he was the one thing that would keep me alive. But I decided against it.

In the morning I felt a little better, so went back to the room.

"Hey baby, where were you? Did you stay in the room of requirement all night?"

"Yeah I fell asleep," I said sheepishly.

"Do you want to go and sit by the lake?"

"Sure."

Now Harry's slowly inching onto my lap and I have to grit my teeth to keep myself from getting hard.

"You okay baby?" Harry asks, looking worried.

"Yep. I'm fine."

"Good." Harry kisses me, and I swear I think I might die. I kiss him back, and it's so difficult not to get hard.

"That's it," a voice says, and we pull away. It's the weasel.

"Whats it?" Harry asks.

"That!"

"Ron..." Hermione says warningly.

"No Hermione I know why you said but I just can't take it any longer! It's disgusting! It's not natural! Stop it!" A/N ugh I hate writing about homophobes I'm literally cringing

"Ron... What are you talking about?"

"You two!"

"You're upset about our sexuality?"

"Yes! It's gross!"

"Okay that's it piss off," I say. "I'm sorry Harry I know he's your friend but..."

"Oh that's okay I was just about to say the same." The weasel turns and stomps off.

"Guys I'm really sorry..."

"It's okay, 'Mione. You can go after him." She nods her thanks and runs after him.

"Are you okay?" I ask Harry gently. He buries his head in my shoulder and begins to sob silently.

" No," he says, his voice muffled. "I really thought he understood, you know?"

"I know," I say, stroking his hair softly. I kiss his head. "Come on, baby, let's go back to our room." Harry nods and we walk away, hand in hand.

A/N I'm kinda pissed at myself because I have something really big and amazing planned but I keep doing these little problems and I keep putting it off except I'm really excited to write it! Also it's important that this thing happens before the smut but the smut must happen soon and ugh. Oo and guys don't be afraid to comment ideas and just comments in general! I'm going to start replying to comments too so it's going to be even better! Okay rant over chao!

~Gorgi xx