Draco's Veela Side (Drarry)

Chapter 56

Dracos POV.
When I got out of the shower, dressed in my lazy muggle leather jeans, white top and leather jacket, I remembered my hair was still messy. Usually Harry decided for me whether I should have it a mess, slicked back or let him just mess with it (ending up with me wearing a small poiny tail/ man bun with a flower in), however I knew Potter wouldn't want to speak to me today. So I grabbed the nearest bobble I could find- Harry had brought me a ton- and threw my hair up into a messy ponytail. My hair was short because I hated having it longer than my jaw, so it wasn't much.
I wandered into my room, expecting to see the room trashed by an angry scarhead, yet instead he was still laying on the bed.
"Harry?" I asked cautiously, and his eyes flashed open. His head tilted to the side and I could have sworn his eyes were completely black. But then it was gone, as if my eyes were playing tricks on me, and his usual green eyes were shining back at me.
"Draco?" His voice sounded weak.
"Are you alright, Harry?"
"They're back..." He replied, his voice laced with vemon.

"Who? Who are you going on about?" I hesitantly moved closer and sat myself of the bed. I wasn't scared of him.
"They're all back. The ones you fear the most."
I gave him a confused glance. What?
"Have you had another nightmare-"
"No!" Harry's voice boomed. As much as I loved him, I could have snapped his neck then and there for injuring my hearing and speaking so loud.
"Okay!" I yelled in a mimicking tone, rolling my eyes, "But how are they back?"
Hate to admit it, but the ones I feared were all dead. And honestly, my father couldn't ever escape the Azkaban prison anyway.
"You-!"
I covered my ears as he yelled insults at me. Some of them contained the worst language I'd ever heard in my life, and others just severly pained my heart, but whatever. After his rant of curse words, he took a deep breath and carried on with his original point.
"-I can't tell you."
"Harry, stop messing about, just get in the shower. You stink."
"You think I'm joking?! They're coming... There'll be another war, you watch. But this time, we can be together!" He gripped my hands harshly, his eyes covering themself with the colour pitch black. A grin was plastered on his face, and I'd say he looked like a love sick fool if he had his original eyes which I could look into. My heart did a little jump, realising that whatever it was wrong with Harry, could put him in danger and potentially, me.
Somehow I wasn't too panicked though. I mean, when someone's eyes you've grown up with turns completely black, you might freak out. However, in this case, I knew the type of magic he was able to produce. Perhaps it was a prank, but I don't see how his eyes fit into this. If he had somehow managed to do that to himself, why would he go to those desparate measures of losing his eyes forever just to frighten me? It's not something Harry would have done without thinking it through, and if it was a prank, this clearly hasn't been thought about. The consequences were too risky for Potter to actually attempt to do this, meaning one thing; It was real.

"But what if I don't want to have another war?" I hissed, pulling my hands back. I needed to know if it was my Harry in there.
"But we can be together! We can kill Astoria-"
"I don't want to kill anybody, Potter! What if I don't want to be with you? I mean, I do, but not like this."
He shut his eyes and then they flickered open again, now shining emerald green. He was whimpering and he clung to my waist.
"Drake, I told you. Stay with me! Please!"
I glared down at him. Was this a joke? A plan?
"What the fuck, Harry?! What was that?!"
"I-I don't really know, Draco..." He eagerly tried to lock eye contact with me, "Please trust me."
I rolled my eyes.
"Just get in the shower. I'll be downstairs-"
"Wait, Mal, please!" He pulled on my arm, making me fall back on the bed. I tore off my leather jacket and snarled.
"What?"
"Please... I-I'm confused. I felt as if I had no control over what I said or did for ten minutes and I-I'm frightened as to why that was. Please, it's getting worse... Especially without you after a nightmare."
"Harry, just get in the shower."
"Please, believe me. If there's one time where I've needed you so much it's hard to breathe, it's right now."
I glanced at his glassy eyes and sighed.
"Are they back?" I asked.
"My nightmare was like that... That's what that monster said, but we both know that you can't possibly bring people back from the dead and your father..."
"Can't escape, I know." I smiled softly and pulled him closer, "Why did it happen today?"
"My fear just got too much. I kept pestering myself with bad thoughts when you left me to go in a shower until I fainted, and when my vision came back again, it was all misty. I think it was some type of dark magic that I couldn't control, I'm sorry, I'll try to keep it in order now."
"It's okay, I just didn't know what it was and I was worried about you, my cuddle bunny. Should I wait here whilst you-"
"I can't go in alone." He gulped and looked away, "I'm too terrified right now."
"I've already had a shower though."
He nodded knowingly.
"But I can have another, if you'd wish...?"