Draco's Veela Side (Drarry)

Chapter 52

Draco's POV.
"You-You want to give me back to them?" He eventually met my eye contact with tears in his eyes.
"Get out, Potter." I ordered.
"I thought you cared about me." He wipped his tears with the back of his hand. I sighed, exasperated before storming back downstairs with my ice cream.
He followed me, babbling on.
"I'm sorry for what I do, sometimes, Draco. I just get angry."
"Leave me alone, Potter." I demanded, sitting on the sofa. He sat beside me, back straight as he gazed briefly at me.
"I'm not scared of you." He said calmly with a shrug.
"You should be, I'm a death eater." I muttered, eating some of my ice cream and baring my teeth playfully at him. He giggled and I turned my attention back to TV which I was browing through the channels on.
"I don't care. You don't act like one." He smiled and I took a sharp intake of breath.
"Leave me alone." I spat and he looked hurt, before smiling again.
"Dray, guess what?!"

"You'll fuck off?!" I mimicked in his own excited voice and he frowned.
"N-no... I was going to say that your mother made those meatballs we love..."
"That's great, Harry, but as you can see, I clearly don't give a damn."
"Why are you angry at me?" He pouted and I glared at him.
"You threw a clock at my head and it's bleeding!" I reminded.
"A cock?"
"Potter, leave me alone!" I shouted, finally getting fed up of him, "If you don't, I will willingly lock you out the house."
"Fine! I'm going somewhere. I wont be long." He muttered, standing up and pulling on his coat.
"Hopefully you'll die on the way." I hissed, causing him to freeze and glance at me, eyes full of pain. He shook it off and walked outside.

Two hours and he still wasn't back. Dinner was ready. I had ate my own meatballs instead of sharing with him like we usually do along with seeing who could suck up the muggle spaghetti the fastest. It was lonely without him at dinner, and quiet, because mother had yelled at me for making him leave.
After dinner, I went straight to my room and waited, door open so I could see if Harry had entered the house.

Harry's POV.
I sighed, pouring another drink at The Leaky Cauldron. Suddenly the door flew open, and I hoped it was Malfoy, but I knew it wasn't. Turning around, I watched as Zabini walked closer to me, a welcoming smile on his face.
"Alright, Potter?" He asked gently, sitting beside me and ordering his own drink.
"Yeah, just need to think. You okay, Blaise?" I returned the small, polite smile and he nodded.
"What you thinking about? Has Malfoy hurt you?"
"W-What-How did you know?" I spluttered and he grinned, shrugging.
"I can tell, Harry. So, what happened?"
"Just an argument. He doesn't want me there anymore and I-I don't know. I guess I should go back to my uncle and aunt if Draco doesn't want me there anymore." I spoke quietly but freely, obviously the drinks were getting to my head if I was sharing this much information without stopping to think.
"Well, perhaps you shouldn't be thinking so much. Want another drink, Harry? Just to get your mind off things." He placed a hand ontop of mine, and I sighed again, nodding and slamming my cup down.
"Might aswell."

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10PM drew around and he wasn't home. It was an understatement to say I was worried; I felt as if my breathing had stopped and I was shaking. What if he had died on the way?
"M-mum?" I called, and all I heard in response was a loud snore. I couldn't go adventuring for him at this time; mother would kill me for waking her. Maybe if I tried sleeping, it wouldn't feel as long and I'd be pumped for the morning when I do go searching for him. Unless he's crept in without me knowing...
No, impossible! That git walks like a troll; nothing quiet or graceful about him.

I smiled to myself, nestling my head into the pillow. Here we go, just go to sleep, Draco... Just forget about it. Forget about him for a few hours. You need this. You deserve this.