Draco's Veela Side (Drarry)

Crush- AU

Harry and Draco were really close friends, along with Ronald and Hermione. They'd all just finished with lounging around, eating and gossiping in the Room of Requirement. Weasley had offered to walk Malfoy back, so now it was just Potter and Granger, who were also getting ready to go.

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Draco dug into his pocket and cursed.
"Shit, I forgot my wand there. I'll head back and get it. Hopefully Bear or Hemmy will be there. Shit, shit, shit!"
The blond generally called Hermione Hemmy and Harry Bear because of how warm he was and how he always stood up for them all. Only Draco was allowed to call him that.

-Flashback-
"You okay, kitten?" Harry asked to the sobbing Malfoy. He called him kitten because of how small and gentle he was, although trying to sound vicious. Also because his hair was really fluffy, even though Draco hated when people touched his hair or when Potter called him that.
"Not now, Bear. I don't want you to see me like this." He muttered, sniffling and covering his eyes.
"Kitty..." He warned.
"Blaise-Blaise hit me..."
"What?! Why?!" He shouted and Draco, unaware of himself, began to shake.
"I do-don't know." His voice broke and the Gryffindor sighed, easing himself beside the seventh year.
"Hey, hey, look at me. It's okay. I'll beat him up for you. If he ever touches you again, tell me. Where'd he hit you? Fancy showing me?"
He shook his head furiously.
"Why not?" He asked softly.
"He slapped my arse and then-then punched me in the face and-and-" He took a deep breath, unbuttoning his top with trembling fingers, "He used crucio on me..."
Harry gasped at the bruises and cuts all over the others chest, before wrapping him in a hug.
"Kitty..."
The blond felt tears drop onto his shoulder and sniffled.
"What-Why are you crying?"
"I don't want to see you this hurt. Come on," He stood up and held out his hand which the shirtless boy took hesitantly, "You can watch your bear punch the shit out of him. I can''t believe he touched your arse... Was he assualting you? Like... Sexually?"
"No-No. He did ask me whether I wanted to date him, y'know, because he knows I'm gay, but I said no. I think he got angry... Please don't hurt him-"
"Why?! He hurt you!"
"But I'll feel guilty-"
"No, no. Don't. You're the innocent one. It's not your fault," He rubbed his temples and sighed, "Look, after I've beaten the crap out of him, I can get you some sweets and then we can try and fix you up."
The Slytherin agreed, and watched as they headed to the Slytherin common room where his strong bear beat Blaise up for injuring his friend in such a way.
-End of Flashback-

The memory always left tingles down Malfoys spine.
"Do you want me to come?" Ron asked.
"No, head back to the Gryffindor common room if you wish. I'll be fine. Thank you, Ronny." He did a thumbs up before sprinting back to the ROR.
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"Wait, Harry, can I ask you something?" Hermione questioned as Potter put a hand on the door to leave.
"Yes?" The door squeaked open as he faced Granger, who signalled him to sit.
Just in time, the blond reached the door panting, but hid behind it when he heard the females next words.
"Do you... have feelings for Draco?" She raised her eyebrows, "I won't tell him."
"What? No. We're just friends-"
"Okay, bear-"
"Hey! You can't call me that!" He snapped.
"Why not?"
"Because that belongs to my kitty!" He defended.
"You totally like him."
"What? No." He rolled his eyes, failing at fighting his blush, "I don't and you have no way to prove it even if I do."
"Really? Harry, you know I won't tell anybody. It'll be best to get it off of your chest."
"But I don't want to change anything..." He grumbled, "What if he thinks I'm a freak?"
"He won't know!" Hermione reassured, "You wanna tell me about it? It worries me to see you under so much pressure."
"Er, yeah, thanks Hermione. It would be nice to talk about."
"Go ahead then." She encouraged.

"Alright. I hate when people touch him in strange ways, like erm, no, get your hands off of my kitten. And I like how he laughs, it just brightens my day with his smile. Just being in his company makes me happy but I hate seeing him cry or hurt. I-I dont want to hurt him, and I guess that's why I'm so scared to get any closer to him. He's funny and really hot, but he's... he's clever, too. I remember once when I had gotten so drunk that he had to take me home. All I remember is waking up to a sleeping Malfoy. It didn't even creep me out, because he was such a gentleman that he told me some jokes to cheer me up and got me some medicine and a nice drink of hot chocolate. I remember it all so well... I bet he can't even remember my middle name, but I remember all of our memories. Every single one. My favourite was when we bumped into each other at night time, both wearing onezies... Strange that his was a dragon and mine was a lion. I guess it just fitted in the moment. Then we went to this room and watched the stars through a window that appeared in the room. It was my best memory because there was a storm and I was so terrified he had to hold my hand and cuddle me..." He laughed softly, "And then he tried on my glasses and I fell off the bed because I couldn't see and we couldn't stop laughing. But I know we'll never work out. We're just too different."