Draco's Veela Side (Drarry)

Chapter 7

Draco awoke normal time, getting into his robes and everything before waking Harry for breakfast.

"Come on, we'll be late for class too at this rate."

"Malfoy, too early..." Harry yawned and turned over, trying to go back sleep.

"Princess, we really need to go." He pressured.

"No class for a week... remember?" Harry opened his eyes and narrowed them, quite pissed that Draco had woke him up this early when he could sleep in.

"O-Oh yeah. Right..." He mentally slapped himself before stripping from his school wear.
He didn't realise Harry was still watching until he heard a gasp and a small noise.

Turning around, he saw Potter lying on the floor beside their bed.
"You alright?" He quickly pulled his sweatpants back on and rushed over, pressing a kiss on his nose, "My silly little mate."

Harry seemed dazed, but nodded with a small smile.
"Why would you want to roll off the bed? It's much more comfortable on it, I'm sure." He joked, picking the raven haired boy up and lying next to him in the bed.

"I didn't do it on purpose!" He giggled as Malfoy wrapped his arms around him.

"Mmhmm." He playfully nipped his neck, making him squeal. "You're so cute."

The blond boy stared at the other in awe, taking in all of his features.

"Kiss me." Potter whined.

Draco smiled and pressed a light kiss onto Harry's lips, making him grin and crawl onto the Veela.

"I love you." He cooed as Draco purred and pulled him closer, resting his head on the other boys shoulder.

"I love you." He whispered back.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.
They both looked towards the door, Harry scrambling off Malfoy to find his glasses as Draco's wings shot out.
He hissed and lead himself out the door, wings open to protect Potter who followed behind.

"Pansy?!" He snarled, "What are you doing in our room? How did you know the password?"

"Veela Mate isn't the best password." She smiled, glaring at Harry yet trying to be cute and flirty towards her fellow Slytherin.

"Oh my god, did she flip that arm chair by herself ?" Harry breathed in shock, and Draco hissed at Pansy.

"Stay behind me, baby." He mumbled back to the clueless boy.

"Oh Drake, why Potter? Out of all people, why would you want him? He looks like a dirtbag! His hair's always a mess and most the time, he's got scars or ugly bruises on his arms! He's so skinny and small you can barely see him!" She sighed and twirled her hair in her fingers, "I'm better. Come on, Drake. Leave him."

Draco growled, getting ready to pounce when he heard little whimpers behind him. This made him want to kill her even more.

"Oh you fucking bitch! Y-you made him cry! Leave, before I make you wish you were never born." He growled, wings flapping angrily.

"No, I think I'll stay." She smirked, which was wipped off her face when Malfoy jumped on her and punched her repeatedly.

She gained a bloody and most likely broken nose, a black eye and a swelling lip, before Harry pulled Draco off her and she left.

"Calm down, love." He sniffled, hugging him close.

"Sh-She hurt you!" His voice fell soft and he wrapped his arms around him, picking him up as he slithered his legs around the blondie's waist.