Draco's Veela Side (Drarry)

Chapter 51

Draco's POV.
I headed upstairs to see Potter lounging on my bed in his boxers. It was usual; I'd saw him like this many times, and it never failed to startle me. I laughed and shook my head, smiling.
"I said a movie, Potter." I joked and he sniggered.
"Yeah, yeah. I picked one out."
"Which?" I placed the tub of ice cream near the bed with two spoons, before climbing next to him and slipping my own tie and jeans off, but leaving my top.

"A horror!"
"Potter, are you sure? Remember last time?" I asked in concern, resting my head on his chest.
"Please!"
"Fine but you're in your own room. I'm not comforting you incase the monster gets you."

Half way through the movie.
I flinched as Harry screamed, burying his face in my chest.
"Dray, I-I can't sleep alone tonight!"
"Harry-"
"Please?" He pouted and his chin began to wobble, causing me to look down from my position and sigh.
"Alright, fine."
There was a scream on TV, and Potter's face drained colour.
"Can-can we stop watching it?"

"Scared, Potter?"
"Actually, I am frightened to death." He whimpered and I tutted.
"Defeated the dark lord but can't take a movie?"
"Voldemort looked funny, not so much as scary as this!"
I smiled and broke away, grabbing the tv remote and switching it off. He breathed in relief.
"Harry, b-behind you!" I pretended to look scared, widening my eyes and gasping.

Meanwhile he looked although he'd just shit himself as I got off the bed, away from him. His eyes widened and it seemed as though his heart was going faster than ever.
"Draco!" He whined, suddenly bursting into tears as he curled into a ball.
"I'm joking!" I reassured, laying beside him. I hated seeing him cry.
"Not funny!" He sobbed, crawling onto my chest and unbuttoning my top. He still hadn't calmed down so I allowed him to do so as I pulled up the blanket. This was how it should be...

He threw my t-shirt on the floor and settled down, his sobs fading as he ran his hands over my chest in amusement.
"Drake?"
"Yes, princess?"
That was a nickname he adored. I called it him when he was upset and it immediately sent a small smile shooting across his features.
"Promise to protect me? Even when you're married to that snotty Greengrass?"
"Stop being so childish." I chuckled, "I promised you at Hogwarts that I'd protect you and never leave you. I'd keep that vow 'til the day we die. I even kept it when you said you didn't love me like that anymore."
"Yeah. I love you, Dray, but don't take that the wrong way because right now... I don't know. You're marrying that bitch so there's nothing I can do."
"Just calm down. You mean as a friend, and I love you too. Shall we have some ice cream now? It's only 1 PM, surely you can't be tired."

"But I'm scared to fall asleep anyway." He muttered and I groaned.
"Because of the movie?"
"No, I'm just frightened."
"Well why, if not the movie? You know you have nothing to be afriad of when I'm holding you." I placed my chin ontop of his head as he listened to my heart beat.
"Well that's the thing, Dray. I'm scared you won't be here when I wake up."
I felt my cheeks heat up at his response, but luckily his eyes were staring at his hands instead.
"W-well why won't I be here?" I stammered, clearly confused.
"You'll realise how much of a goof I am. You'll start seeing me like I see myself. You'll notice that Astoria's much better." He muttered, burying his face into my chest again.

"Harry, because I can't be with you doesn't mean I won't try. It doesn't mean I don't love you and it doesn't make me see you any less than what I usually do."
"But, Drake, I can't be with you..."
"I know." I grumbled, sighing. He's found someone else and he's stopped loving me.
"I don't know why you try so hard. If I were in your situation, I'd give up." He sniffled, causing me to look down and notice tears in his eyes, "Afterall, there isn't much we can do."
"You've moved on, Harry, but I'd do anything to make every night like this. I'd go through hell to hold you this close and call you mine. I don't give a shit about Astoria, honestly, and all because there isn't much we can do, doesn't mean I won't try, dammit! I'll try harder until I get what I need. Until I get you. And I don't blame you at all for moving on; the Golden Boy deserves what he wants after everything he's been through."