Draco's Veela Side (Drarry)

Chapter 25

Lucius raised an eyebrow at them. He didn't look cheerful.
Draco's Veela instincts kicked in, making him push Harry behind him in order to protect him.

"H-hello, father." He spoke clearly, although stuttering a bit.
Before his father could reply, his mother pushed past him and ran at the boys with a smile.

Draco growled and bared his teeth at the swift movement, his wings becoming visible as they wrapped around Harry.
Narcissa stopped, and Lucius matched his sons actions, trying to protect his mate.

It clicked that they meant no harm towards his mate, so the blond boy stood up straight, slowly letting his wings dive back into his back as he smiled.
"Hello, mother."

Truth was, his mother was the only one who'd ever cared for him. He knew she would always choose her mate over him though, and that what hurt him the most, but he'd do it with Harry too.

Her mouth was open in shock and she looked stunned.
"Drake, your wings look beautiful!"

"Yes, but one looks a bit crooked. Show me again." His father ordered, Draco following his orders, "Yes... Broken. What happened?"

"Why do you care?" He snapped, to be hit by a cane on the back of his legs, making him whimper and fall to his knees, Potter gasping and trying to pull him up.

"Potter's your mate?"
His mother glared at his father, snarling at him.
"Lucius, don't hurt him. He's fragile."

He obeyed his mate, putting his cane away.
"This boy was our mission, and now he's your mate?"

"See? This is the reaction I knew you'd give!" Draco shouted, standing up and blocking Harry from view, "Don't hurt him!"

Again, the blond man was taking out his cane, but Narcissa stopped him.
"Lucius, you've been horrible to this boy since he was born! He's our son!"

"Harry, should we go?" The Slytherin grabbed Potter's hand, tears visible in his eyes.
"No, wait." He hissed.

"This boy has turned you soft! Malfoy's don't cry!" His father bellowed.

"Hello, Lucius. The man who's tried killing me my whole life, how pleasant to see you again. In my opinion, I believe it's completely alright to cry." He sent a small smile his way, hoping they'd accept him.

Potter's smile faltered and he shrank under Lucius' glare.
"What happened to your wing?" The man turned his attention back to Draco, "Tell me."

"It's been a busy year for us," His son replied gently, "Harry was stabbed by Blaise, and pushed off the astronomy tower... I broke my wing because it was my first time flying, so I didn't land properly."

His father's face twisted in concern, much to everyone's suprise.
"Aw my Drake!" His mother wrapped him in a hug and placed a kiss on his cheek, "Why are you so late of the train? No funny business, right?"

"Well, we're past that." Harry smirked but Draco pinched him, making him stop.
"No mother, a friend was in danger." He mumbled, "Pansy and Blaise... We killed them. They kept attacking my mate and his friends."

"I never liked them anyway." His father piped up, "Shall we all head back to Malfoy Manor? Hopefully we can put our past behind us, Potter."

"Of course," He grinned, "Thank you for letting me and your son be together."

They all apparated back to the Manor, their mother spelling their luggage to their room which was of course going to be shared. The young Veela was happy to be home with Harry, ignoring all the horrible memories that took place there.