Draco's Veela Side (Drarry)

Another toy, Hawwy? -AU

Children/Teenage au
Draco and Harry were three years old and the best of friends. Nothing could tear them apart.
Potter was on his way to the Malfoys house with his guardians, Remus and Sirius, who had just brought him a new toy to play with.
He proudly knocked on the door, and when it was swung open, he was welcomed with a tight embrace.
"Hawwy! I missed you!"
"I missed you too, Dwaco." He grinned, holding out his dragon teddy, "But look! Moony and Padfoot bwought this for me. I wanted you to have it..."
"Another toy, Hawwy? Will they mind?" He asked in concern.
"Course not, Dwakey! They know I would have wanted to give it to you."
The blond boy pulled the other inside, wrapping a blanket around him.
"It's fweezing, Hawwy. Cover up. And I can't take it; you always give me all of your toys!"
Potter smiled.

"Because I want you to have them. They're special and make me happy, like you do, Dway. I want you to be happy whenever you see them and think of me." He puffed out his chest and the blond blushed, grinning.
"You're so silly." He giggled, pulling him upstairs to his bedroom which was full of all the toys Harry had given him. On the bed lay his favourite one: a blond ferret toy. But Draco decided to place his new favourite beside it, and pushed his little buddy onto the bed.
"Wrap up warm; it's cold."
Harry smiled, cuddling closer to the blanket that his best friend had given him.
"Fank you, Dwake."
Malfoy furrowed his brows, before creeping closer and lifting up the small boys fringe. He observed the lightning bolt scar that was left of what took away his friend's parents, to which he placed a gentle kiss on.
"It's 'kay."
"You kiss me like daddy and father do." He pulled the other beside him, cuddling him close and earning a giggle.
"Who? Wemus and Siwius?"
"Yeah!"
"But they awe dating! We awen't."
"But you luv me." Harry smiled, "And I like you, too."
"Well, yeah, but mummy said I'm too young."
"When we awe older?"
"Yes, when we awe older." He smiled, turning around and getting under his covers that had wands decorated all over. Potter slipped under them too, snaking his arms around his little friends waist from behind.

"Did you like my toy this time? Picked it out myself, y'know."
"I always like your gifts, Hawwy. Why didn't you come over yesterday?" He pouted. His parents had planned a special picnic for the two boys, but Harry hadn't been able to turn up.
"My daddys wouldn't let me. They said I had to get some clothes and pick out some food for home. I snuck the toy in for you. Please don't be mad wif me." He frowned, and Draco shook his head.
"I could never be mad at you, Hawwy."
"I bwought you some sweets, too."
He dug in his pocket, handing them to the blond who grinned.
"You know my favourites!"
"Yep!" He stated proudly, "All for you!"
Malfoy smiled, pressing a wet kiss to the others cheek before handing him some sweets.
"Not all, some for you, too."
"Nope! I got them for you."
"But you always get things for me! I only got you that kitten toy and that picture of us pwaying ontop of the hill."
"I still have that on my bed, y'know." He smirked and the blond playfully rolled his eyes.
"Kissy."
Harry puffed up his cheeks and placed his lips on the little child's infront of him.
"Boys-" Narcissa squealed as she walked in, "Sirius! You get here right now!"
Sirius and Remus, who had been having tea with Lucius, slid through the door. Remus groaned, pinching his nose but Sirius just grinned and applauded.
"What have you been teaching Harry?!" She yelled at her cousin as the two boys cuddled together, trying to escape the yelling.
"Are you implying that because we're gay, we forced our little lightning bolt to be gay?" Lupin raised an eyebrow and she shook her head.
"No, I mean, did you say anything about waiting until he's older?"
"No. Harry loves getting presents for Draco and watching him laugh. It's obvious he loves him." Sirius smirked, "I think we did a good job, Moony."
Remus shook his head.
"He's too young-"
"But they're so adorable!" He interupted his husband and crept closer, to see that Potter was in fact trying to stop Malfoy from crying.
"It's 'kay, Dway." The little black haired child soothed, "I won't let them huwt you."