Draco's Veela Side (Drarry)

Chapter 43

Harry suddenly collapsed half way down the hall, causing Malfoy to sigh.
"Come on!"
The Gryffindor tried pushing himself up, however his legs wouldn't work.
"I-I'm sorry, but-"
"Shit, no, of course not. I'm sorry for thinking you can run after just giving birth. Stay quiet." He scooped him up in his wings, pushing him up so his legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck.
Malfoy rushed to the nursery, opening the door quickly. He scanned over the babies, before his eyes met the one he was looking for.

"Put my child down!"
The Gryffindor clutched him closer, fightened at his sudden yelling, causing Draco to stroke his back as he drew closer to the shadows who were holding Scorpius.
"It's Harry Potter's child, it says so right here!" A deep voice snapped.
"Yeah, so it has nothing to do with you!" A higher voice squeaked.
Harry froze. He knew those voices very well.
He began to whimper and unwrapped his legs from Malfoy, trying to stand on his own feet. When he became stable, he frowned and met their eyes.

"U-Uncle Vernon? Aunt Petunia? How did you get here?" He stammered, clearly frightened. The blond sensed this and his black, beautiful yet dangerous wings appeared.
"You're his aunt and uncle? You've been torturing my mate for years?! Get behind me, princess."
They came into view, and the Slytherin saw a rounded, beastly looking man, with a twig woman, who had a pug face worse than Pansy's.

Meanwhile, they saw Draco as a tall, thin, pale wizard who was baring his teeth with ruffled, blond hair. One of his black and huge wings were crumpled, whilst the other looked brand new. He looked like an animal, but Potter liked when the blond looked all scruffy in the mornings, just as much as he liked seeing him all dressed up in the evenings. Harry, on the other hand, still had his same messy hair with crooked glasses and unique scar, however was dressed in a hospital gown, which confused them.
"You can't be the father! It states here it's Mr Potters son; we have every right to see this child. Who would love that freak, anyway?" Vernon spat, earning a red glow from Malfoys eyes.
"I'm a Veela and I love this freak more than anything. We aren't freaks, we're wizards, with potential that you don't have. Harry's my mate, dickhead." He hissed, but earnt a dumbfound express from them, making him sigh, "Let's put it in a term you muggles would understand...My dick went in his ass. We had wild sex. He got pregnant because we're soul mates. Which explains why I have wings." He stated, with the same confidence he had always held.
"So you're gay?" Vernon raised his eyebrows, clearly still confused.

"Oh merlin, Harry, how did you survive with these clueless bastards for so long?" Draco pinched the top of his nose as his mate shrugged.
"You're together?" Was all Petunia got out.
"She's a bit slow, hey, Potter?"
Malfoy caused Potter to giggle, but paused and whimpered as his uncle raised his hand threatingly.
"You leave him alone! He's mine, you can't touch him, or I have a right to kill you. Why are you here? How did you get in? Leave. I can torture you with one flick of my wand for hurting, or even laying a finger, on my boyfriend. I've saw the sacars you've gave him." He snarled, "I don't need a wand, actually. I'm a Veela. We can do magic with our hands."

"You can't do-"
"Stupefy!"
Vernon fell back unconcious, causing a loud thud.
"Now, maybe you should put my baby down and give me my information." He turned to the woman and showed his teeth, making her place the baby quickly yet carefully in the cot.
"You've killed him!" She shrieked in fear.
"No, he's just passed out. I would hurt you too, but I need information, and I was taught not to hurt a lady. If that's what you're classed as, of course."
She widened her eyes and stood back.
"G-Greengrass! Mr Greengrass informed us Harry had a child and took us here! We didn't want him to be happy because he's a freak-"
"Take it back!" He hissed.
"Okay, okay! He got us in, it was all him! We just wanted to see the child-"

"You was going to abuse my child, wasn't you? Harry, grab Scorpius." He ordered and the raven haired boy walked over cautiously to his still somehow sleeping son. When he got there, he felt hands grip his shoulders and he flinched, shaking in fright.
"Let go of him!" Draco shouted, coming closer, "Leave him! Let go!"
"Please, tell him I mean no harm." Petunia begged, shaking her nephew slightly by the shoulders.
"Leave him!" Malfoy shouted, "Leave him be!"
"Drake!" Harry squealed, and his aunt seemed pale. She looked scared for her life.
"Please-"
"I'm warning you!" Malfoy grew closer and grabbed Scorpius, rocking him in one of his arms, before kicking the older girl in the shins.
She fell back and let go of Potter, who ran to Draco in fear.
"N-no, not again, please. Draco, I can't go back to them." He sobbed.
"Hold Scorpius." He demanded, "Go take him to the nurse. Tell them we have muggles here trying to hurt the babies. I love you, Harry."
Harry gulped and nodded, walking as fast as he could out the door and to the front desk.