Draco's Veela Side (Drarry)

Chapter 6

"Professor?" Harry mumbled, walking into the classroom with his head down.

"Yes, Potter?" His normal dark look was replaced with a worried one, obviously he knew it was about Draco.

"Isn't there a potion where a Veela can... change mates without being harmed? I just feel as if the normal Draco doesn't want me and I can't put up with all the attention he brings."

"Ah, I saw your little show in the great hall, but I'm afraid not. You can't hurt Malfoy's feelings, Potter. He didn't get to choose, afterall."

"Sir, I just want my normal life back! I-I never get to have a choice what happens in my life, I just hoped my love life would be different. I love Draco loads but I'm just upset I didn't get a choice." He argued, causing Snape to raise an eyebrow.

"Malfoy didn't choose, Potter, it isn't his fault. Since when did you have a normal life? You've battled the worst wizard in all time, and survived him as a baby. You're the boy who lived, Potter, not the wizard who's got a normal life." He sneered, "Now leave."

He sighed and left, just to find Draco outside frowning. He shook it off and carried on walking, but Malfoy pulled him back.

"You don't want me?"

He rolled his eyes and ignored him, causing Draco to get angrier.

"You don't want me."

"Draco, look, I do okay? I just... it brings so much attention. But I'm here for you, because I simply can't leave anyway and I love you."

Malfoy let go of him and walked away, tears in his eyes as he repeated himself.
"You don't love me. You don't want me."

"Malfoy!" Harry called. Severus exited his office and sent Potter a glare.
"Go after him then!"

He groaned and followed him, until he felt a pain in his wrist.
"Oh fuck...No!" He sped up to the room of requirements and thought about what he wanted.

He wanted him and Draco to be happy. He wanted Draco.

Not realising he was crying, he rushed through the appearing door and saw what he wanted.

"No, no please, Dray! Don't! Please, I do want you! I love you, I promise!" He sobbed, running over to his Veela and wrapping his arms around him.

"Why are you crying?" Malfoy asked, taking his shirt off so his wings could wrap around them both, "Who hurt you?"

"Don't hurt yourself, please," He carried on, burying his head into the blond boy's chest, "I was just upset, you don't know how much I really love you. I do, I do."

"Harry, I didn't hurt myself... I hit it on the door when I came in." He replied, and Harry beamed at him.

"Show me."

He examined the boys pale and flawless wrist, placing a kiss on his hand.

"You frightened me." He whimpered, and Draco pulled him closer.

"Sshh, I've got you now." He purred, kissing his ear lobe and leading it down to where his shoulder started.

"Draco," He cooed, "I love you."

"I love you too." He mumbled, lifting his face to smile at the boy.

Potter licked his lips staring at those pale pink, soft lips the other owned. He didn't realise he was leaning in, until another pair of lips were pressed against his own, causing butterflies to erupt in his stomach.

Their lips moved in sync, whilst Draco was pulling him even closer until their chests touched.

"My mate." He hissed, "I claimed you."

Harry giggled, "I know."

He loved Draco's dominant side, and decided to get used to his mate.

"I'm sorry about earlier. I can't wait to show you off to Remus and Sirius. They're mates, too."

"Don't worry about it, and I can't wait to show you to my father." He purred, snuggling his head into Harry's chest.

Suddenly, Blaise walked in. His wings dissapeared into his back, and he stood up, staring at the boy.

"Draco? Harry, really? You could do so much better. Pansy, for example, hasn't tormented you for the last few years. You two are disgusting." He spat, and Draco's nostrils flared.

He stood infront of Harry, wings shooting up to cover him.

"What?" He snarled, "What did you say?"

"It's disgusting." He sneered.

Draco pounced on him, throwing hard punches.
"That's," Punch, "My," punch, "Mate!"

He threw one last punch until Harry pulled him off.
"Draco." He cooed, melting into the blond beautys chest.

"Mine!" He growled at Blaise, a low one he didn't know he was capable of producing.

Potter smiled and raised his eyebrows, tracing over the feathers on Malfoy's wings to calm him as Zabini scurried out the door before he was killed by the angry Veela.

Draco began puring again, relaxing his wings as his mate carried on.

"You like that?" Harry smiled.
He nodded and closed his eyes, letting Potter play with his wings.

Soon, it was lunch time, so they headed to the great hall with Draco's wings back under his shirt.

This time Harry fed Draco, along with himself and Malfoy didn't mind it.

They decided to head back to their room, were Harry rested on the sofa.

"Change."
He turned his head to see stunning grey eyes staring back into his. He looked down and noticed he was holding a pair of Harry's sweatpants.

He sighed and followed Draco, before flopping onto their bed and using his hands to cover his eyes.

He felt Malfoy tug down his trousers, his fingers trailing up and down his legs. One touched softly on a bruise, making Harry whimper.
"Sorry, princess." He apologised, pressing a gentle kiss onto the bruise and slipping the sweatpants on.

"Arms up." Harry followed his instructions and watched in awe as the Veela slipped his top off and smiled.

"Were's my other top then?"

"There isn't one. You're sleeping like that." He smiled, kissing Potter before he could complain. It made him immediately give in.

"Okay, okay. My turn. I change you."

He didn't deny but purred as Harry took Draco's shirt off and trousers.

"Babe," He breathed, "You're-You're perfect."

Malfoy smiled and blushed lightly, pressing his chest against his mates hand.

"Sweatpants, please." He ordered, and the raven haired boy slipped on a pair of Draco's pants onto him.

He grinned and rolled over onto the bed, to be met with Harry's face.

"I'm so lucky you're my mate." He smiled and Harry bit his lip before grinning and blushing.

"Me too. It's not everybody's luck to be paired with the love of their life."