Draco's Veela Side (Drarry)

Chapter 26

Draco placed himself at the breakfast table, back straight and hair gelled back as usual.

"Good morning, mother. Good morning, father." He nodded at them both before his mother started to mutter words; she was very quick while speaking them and her face flushed red.
Draco raised an eyebrow but glanced back at his plate from the awkward situation which didn't take long to start.

"Where's Harry?" Lucius asked, "We shall not eat until everybody is here."
"Oh, er, just getting ready I think." He rubbed the back of his neck, a thin figure walking in just at that time.

Harry looked a mess compared to the Malfoys. His hair was messy, his glasses were crooked, and his clothes style didn't exactly match the others.
He wore black skinny jeans and a black sweater, whilst the Malfoy men wore long, posh robes, and the Malfoy lady wore an elegant dress.

As he placed himself, he smiled gently.
"Good morning."
The blond boy beside him groaned out loud, although not meaning to.
"Harry, you look a mess." He hissed, trying to put his glasses properly and tame his hair.
His curly hair was no use, repeatedly ignoring Draco's comands and flicking itself back up.

"It's fine, son. Sit down and enjoy, the house elves have made what Draco said was your favourite, Potter."

He glanced down at his plate, which was full of two pieces of toast, each covered in butter with an egg laying on each. Beans and sausages lay around it, making Harry's mouth water.
"Thank you." He smiled before digging in.
One thing he knew how to do was eat well, without looking like a pig.

"So, Narcissa saw something last night she didn't want to see-"
The boy beside Potter began to choke on some of the toast, making the raven haired boy pat his back.
"Are you okay?" He asked, and Draco gulped but nodded.
"Anyway," Lucius carried on, "I think you've possibly scarred her for life."

They widened their eyes until the blond man laughed slightly, however his tone then switched back to a deadly serious one.
"I'm just joking, but next time boys, lock the door."

"Y-yes father, I'm sorry mother." The young Slytherin apologised.
"I'm sorry." The Gryffindor mumbled, biting back a laugh.

"It's normal veela behaviour." His father agreed, making Draco raise his eyebrow.
"Did you do it to mother?"

"What? Suck her upper leg? No, because I do not act as a vampire, as I simply am not one."
Harry couldn't contain his giggles, causing the table to shake as he broke down.
"Well I do say! What is the problem with him?" Narcissa finally spoke up, shock filling his voice.

"D-Draco!" He panted between laughter.
The Slytherin's eyes grew wide and his cheeks flushed a little, but he couldn't help a grin creeping on his fade as he watched his cute mate laugh into his side.

"I, er- Maybe it will be better if I take his breakfast upstairs for him? He's still... tired. And strange. I do wonder why it had to be Potter sometimes. Wierd boy." He grumbled so his parents could hear as he poked his mate in the cheek.

"Yes, perhaps you should." Lucius mumbled, raising his eyebrows in concern. Draco smiled before asking the house elves to carry the two plates up whilst he picked up the boy.
Harry had gone red in the face, tears sliding down his cheeks as he laughed. His chuckles had gone silent, and it seemed as if he was looking for breath.
"Draco." He wheezed, clutching his stomach.

"You embarressing little prat!" He hissed, making Potter pout. "Ugh, I hate you and your adorable little face sometimes."
He dropped Harry onto the bed before nodding at the house elf.
"Thank you, Kreacher."

The other's green eyes rested on Draco as he watched him finish his breakfast, a huge, cheeky grin growing on his lips.
"Oh will you please stop staring?"