Draco's Veela Side (Drarry)

Chapter 16

(A MONTH LATER)

The weekends rolled around, landing on a bright Saturday morning.

"FUCK, HARRY!" Malfoy shouted, "GO FASTER!"

"I'm trying, Draco!"

This morning Harry had tried making breakfast, trying to cheer the blondie up because he knew how cranky he was in the mornings, yet instead burnt the sausages and spilt the eggs on the floor.

He groaned as he scrubbed the floor as fast as he could so his Veela could get the cuddle he was waiting for, whilst the other stood fuming and watching over his shoulder.
He tapped his foot, crossing his arms as he shook his head.

"I thought you said the muggles made you cook." He muttered.

Harry, having know scrubbed the floors and thrown all the failed breakfast away, frowned.

"They did, Draco. I was just distracted this morning." He placed himself on their shining red sofa, which felt as if he'd just sat on one of Hagrid's rock cakes.
The furniture they had in their common room was so uncomfortable, but Dumbledore informed that it was like the ones the rest of the blond's house owned in their dungeons yet a different colour so Draco would feel at home with his mate. This made Harry feel really bad for all those poor Slytherin's, because the ones in the Gryffindor common room was like sitting on a cosy cloud.

Or so he thought; he'd never really had the time or effort to sit on an actual cloud, but he bet it was great.

"What by?" Raising an eyebrow, his boyfriend plopped beside him, nuzzling his head into the Gryffindor's side.

"I just really wanted to make sure you woke up happy today but I guess I was so focused on getting things perfect before you woke up, that I ruined it. I'm sorry." He sighed, kissing Draco's nose.

"Don't worry about it. I'm sorry for yelling, thank you for trying so hard. I love you, princess."

"I love you too, Drakey."

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They grinned as they headed to the quidditch pitch on the fine morning.

Recently, some former death eaters escaped from Azkaban, and were attacked any place they were able to. There was only one or two and hadn't managed to do too much damage to the wizarding world so far, yet Draco still felt the need to protect Harry wherever they went, even though Hogwarts was strictly protected.

However, summer holidays were soon, and therefore he had to keep Harry close. He hoped dearly that his father would except Potter, as he'd been owling him to tell him he'd found his mate and that it was a man and not a lady.

His father undoubtedly assumed he knew it was and owled back, claiming he was happy for him and Blaise. Blaise and Draco used to be best friends, so obviously he'd think it'd be him.

At one point, Malfoy had some feelings for Zabini, but it was all shoved back out his mind when Potter walked by. Damn, Harry always took Draco's breath away, no matter the situation.

He could be stark naked, running with leaves in his hair and dirt smothered all over him or a cat clung to his arse and the certain Malfoy would still examine him, saying he was as hot as hell to himself, not wanting to accept the fact he was gay in fright of what his father would say.

Believe it or not, Lucius was actually an understanding man. He'd accept his son no matter what. Although he just didn't want to seem so soft, he actually had a really big soft spot for his wife and son. He loved them to death, and was ashamed he ever put them in the dangerous situation they had to live through. He just wanted them to stay safe.

Anyway, adding in the fact that it wasn't Blaise at all, and that they had both stopped talking after he and Pansy had tortured his mate, he owled back.
The Veela had stopped giving clues to his father and just said he'd bring him over for the summer if it was okay, because he couldn't deal with being without him so long.
He left out the part about his mate being mistreated back at Privet drive.

He soon recieved a letter back saying that his parents were excited for it and that his father had never really liked Zabini or Parkinson anyway (but he knew it was just to make him feel better).

He knew that surely his parents would freak out and yell at Draco for having Potter as a mate, but he couldn't help but raise Harry's hopes and tell him repeatedly they'd love him.
He hoped they did, because it wasn't his choice. Even if it was, he'd perhaps choose Potter anyways.

"What ya thinking 'bout?" Harry smiled, a tongue tracing over his teeth, causing Malfoy to stare at him and take in the other boy's beauty.

"Nothing, really. Wanna go to the astronomy tower?" Grinning, Draco pulled up his lover and dragged him towards the tower without waiting for a response.

They got up the tower which seemed deserted as everybody flew around the pitch, making Harry and Draco finally get alone time.

"Wait, shit, Draco? I left my wand down there, and it looks as if you had left yours too. It's wierd, because I'm almost definate I'd had it when we walked up." Potter groaned, stepping away to go back down the many flights of stairs, but Malfoy just laughed.

"I'll go. Stay here and watch as a pro does it." He winked, sprinting off down to the pitch.

When he was visibly outside, he smirked up at Harry.
"You run like a girl!" He teased, placing his chin in his hand and look down at him in awe, making Malfoy scowl playfully.

"No wand for you then." He called back, but then the happiness on his face dissapeared as his gaze lingered behind Harry.

Potter turned, squinting as he saw someone step out of the black shadows the tower caused.

"Oh, well hello. That silly bastard finally left you alone then, 'ey? The wand trick always works, you see, especially on a guillible git like him. Now the tower makes this all a lot easier..."

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Who do you think it is?
Sorry for any spelling mistakes guys, I'm really tired.