Draco's Veela Side (Drarry)

Chapter 40

Ginny leapt of Draco, who then took off after his mate.
"Harry!" He called as the wind blew him back, causing him to land on his bum. He pushed himself up and started to rush as fast as he could in the blizzard ahead.
"Harry! Please!"

He got a sudden whiff off raspberries, distracting his nose from going numb.
He followed it to find Potter laying on the floor, sobbing with all of his energy.
"Harry?" He knelt down in the snow and placed a hand on his forehead.
"Go away! Let me die!"
"What? No! Not only are you carrying my baby, but I love you too much to-"
"No! No you don't!"
"Harry!"
"Leave!"
"Come on, Harry! It's freezing!" He pulled his arm but the other broke away.

"Leave!" He demanded but was ignored when the blond picked him up and pressed him against his chest. The boy struggled in his arms, paining them and giving him cuts.
"Don't! That hurts!"
"Then let me go!"
Draco dropped him in the snow and growled, rubbing his bleeding arm. He whimpered as the glanced at his stinging dark mark, which was were most of the cuts were directed at.
"I know you don't think someone like me is good enough for someone like you. You're a hero, for merlins sake! But you can't just die here. Are you coming?"
The other shook his head and buried himself in the snow.
The blond groaned and got his wings out, wrapping Harry up in them.

"Fuck!" He yelled as the strong winds hit his bad wing, aswell as Potter's foot, "Don't, that's ny damaged wing!"
"Let me go!"
"Oh, give it a rest!" He managed to get him back to the door and placed him in a blanket Arthur provided. The Gryffindor looked completely warm already due to Draco's wings, whilst the other was shivering as he closed the door.
"I might just go bed." Malfoy grumbled.
"But I made hot cocoa!" Molly announced.
"Give to Harry." He stammered through chattering teeth, caressing his broken wing.
"Oh, hello, sweetie! Thought you were asleep after that fight. Well, come along then." He heard Mrs Weasley say politely before he marched upstairs and collapsed on his bed.

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He woke up to arms being wrapped around him, causing him to groan and push himself further into the heat source.
"It's nearly christmas."
He heard Potter whisper in his ear, and for the first time that day, he was able to cuddle up to his mate without them arguing.
"It is?" He sat up slightly, his back resting on the pillow.
"Yep."
"Why are you still awake?"
"I was sleeping downstairs but I kept having nightmares... Just thought I'd thank my hero for saving me." He scratched his neck and bit his lip.
"Harry, what's on your mind?" Draco sat up and wrapped the other in a hug.

"The baby... I booked for us to see the gender tomorrow. I'm sorry, I know you wanted it to be a suprise, but I couldn't wait."
"Oh... Oh, okay. That's great." He grumbled, pecking his cheek.
"Do you even care?"
"Look, Harry, I'm tired and have better things to worry about then-" He paused and looked at the other, who was clenching his fists with tears in his eyes, "Than your mistakes, because we all make mistakes right? So let's go tomorrow and find out the baby's gender instead of waiting until they're born like we originally planned. It's completely okay, I promise, love."
"Alright. I thought you was going to say you have better things to worry about than the baby."
"No! Never!" He scattered small kisses behind the others ear, making him giggle, "What's the time?"

"12:01. Merry christmas, ferret." Potter grinned and cuddled up to the Veela, who smiled and pulled him closer, outstretching an arm to grip the raven haired boy's back.
"Our first christmas and we've already got a baby on the way. Unbelievable."
The Gryffindor laughed and the blond shook his head, chuckling slightly.
"Merry christmas, princess. I'll always love you, and I just want you to know that I'd never reject you or the child. Ever. You two are my world."

"Hm." He nodded and let go, laying down and pulling the blanket up.
"Hm? What? Don't you believe me?" He asked, his voice raising slightly as he spoke, but still quiet so he didn't wake anyone else.
"Yeah, just go to sleep."
"I feel as if you don't."
"Draco, I haven't had any decent sleep-"
"Fine!" He hissed, "I'm not sharing a bed with someone who doesn't trust me. I'm going downstairs."
He adjusted his sweatpants as he walked towards the door, hearing a groan.
"But I have nightmares without you. You know that."
"I can't always be there. You'll have to put up with it, because it's obviously no better when I'm here."
"Dray, not on christmas!" He whisper/snapped.