Draco's Veela Side (Drarry)

Chapter 17

Draco stood, staring up. His feet were twitching, not knowing whether to go up or to wait incase Harry came down.

"HARRY!" He called, but Harry was too busy making conversation. Such an unobservant boy.
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"What do you want, Blaise?"

"You. Dead." He smirked, standing from his position to show the dagger he contained and his wand.
Potter didn't have a wand because Draco had went to get it, so he knew who would win.

"D-don't. I don't want my Veela to miss out on his life-"

"Oh your Veela this, your veela that," He mimicked, "Just shut up!"

"W-wait, you mentioned a wand trick. W-what was it?" He stalled, hoping Malfoy would do something soon.

"I managed to sneak your wands and send them back down to the quidditch pitch, making you feel as if you forgot them." He smirked, "And you sure fell for it."

"I knew I'd brought it!" He grumbled, stepping away from Zabini until his back hit the tower. Nowhere left to go but down.

"My dagger's clean, Harry. I think it needs a new coat, don't you?"

"New coat of what?" He raised his eyebrows in confusion, making Blaise roll his eyes.

"Blood, asshole."

"Oh. How pleasant." He mumbled, keeping his face forward to watch Blaise.

"Goodbye, Potter."

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Draco stood, angry as hell staring up. Blaise couldn't hurt Harry. It was the love of his life, and he'd do anything to protect him, but he was standing there in shock.
Potter couldn't protect himself either, because the blondie was clutching both wands.

He clenched his fists after placing the wands in his pocket as his wings shot out, and he remembered.
Veela's can fly.

What did you think the wings were for? He thought, cursing himself.

With a kick, he left the ground, but when he was high enough, he saw Harry falling at an increasing pace to hit the ground.
He seemed unconciousness, and Draco prayed he wasn't dead.
But he couldn't be dead, or else Malfoy would be too.

Spiralling after him, he felt a delayed sharp pain in his side.
When he caught Harry, he was wheezing due to the pain, and realised there was blood rapidly exiting his mate. Carefully, he placed his mate onto the ground.

"No, come on princess! You have to be okay, please." Tears pricked his eyes and he began to sob, "Please..."

He picked him up and quickly retrieved him to the hospital wing, before going to meet Blaise.

"That fucking Zabini's dead!" He hissed, going even faster, gripping wand.

He finally bumped into him, who had a sharp dagger with blood dripping off.
"That's my boyfriend, you bitch!"
Shooting a few crucio spells his way, he noticed that Blaise's breathing was slowing and he was unconcious.

"And that's ny job done. You do anything again to hurt him, you're dead. Only of course if you survive this." He smirked, sending another crucio spell after him.

When he got back to the hospital wing, Snape was there, repeatedly trying to use healing potions on him.
When the wound closed, he dragged Malfoy away by the arm.

"You can't stay here with him. You've done something to Zabini, haven't you?"
His growling voice made even more tears flow from the blond boy's eyes, and a snarl to escape his lip.

"I am and I will stay. You can't stop me. And of course I have. He tried murdering my mate!" He began to whimper, suddenly feeling weak, "Is Harry okay?"

"Alive but barely."

"Thank you, sir. I have to go."

Before Severus could stop him, he went back to Harry's hospital bed, getting in beside him.

"Mr Malfoy, he's not fully hea-"

"Madam Pomfrey, if you may, I have to provide him with all my heat. I need him to be alive." He pouted, making her give in with a sigh.

"If you must, but I believe your wing may need repairing too-"

"If you can, thank you." He smiled, before frowning when he looked over at his mate and releasing his wings to slither around them both.

One of his wings were damaged due to the fact it was his first time flying, so he hadn't landed correctly.

"You gotta be okay, baby. I love you." He whispered, his damaged wing twitching as it wrapped around them both, "I sorted him out. Don't go, please. You're my soul, my life, and my love, princess. If you go, I'd have nothing left."

Gently lifting his top to see the closed wound, he ran his tongue along it, making a small  whimper followed by a giggle escape his mates lips.

"Harry!" He smiled, hugging him, "You're okay!"

"Mmhmm. Ouch, what happened to your wing?" Potter ran his fingers along it, ignoring the tears running down his cheeks from what he'd just experienced.

"I-I crashed when flying. I'm pretty bad at this." He grumbled, making the Gryffindor laugh and hug him.

"You saved me." Grinning, he nuzzled his head into Malfoy's chest.

"What I did was sort out the motherfucker that hurt you." He whispered, growling quietly.

"Aww, calm down cutie." He sniffled, pressing kisses along the blondie's jaw.

"Shut up, you nearly d-died." His voice cracked and he started to cry, "And I didn't protect you from him."

"You did what you could, honey."
He looked down and met Harry's emerald eyes that were shining with happiness and love, making him shake his head with a sigh.

"It wasn't enough. It'll never be enough."

"I'm alive. Thanks to you-"

"Severus healed your wound-"

"Yes, and him." He chuckled, placing himself ontop of Draco, causing them to both flinch and whimper in pain.

"Harry, my wing."

"My side- the cut, I just bloody hit it." He groaned, earning a smirk and a raised eyebrow from Malfoy.

"Hurts?" He brought him closer, placing kisses up and down his neck.

Thank merlin they still had Draco's wings to hide them.
He groaned softly, before nodding.

Malfoy sent him a wink, grinning widely.
"I can help you there."