Draco's Veela Side (Drarry)

Part 2:Roomates- AU

"Still?" Harry smirked, slowly crawling in beside Draco on his bed and pinning him to it.
"Ye-what do you mean by still?" He frowned and raised an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah, I never told you! Well at the end of the war, at the celebration party, you got drunk and told me you had loved me for years." Harry blushed, "I just took you back to the Slytherin common room, so I was nervous when we were gonna be roomates."

"Why? Think I'd rape you?" He scowled.
"N-no, you aren't like that, I just... I didn't want you to stop loving me, I guess."
"So you wanted to string me along?" He snarled, pushing the other off, "You wanted to play with my feelings?! Who the fuck-"

"No! I just really liked you too and wanted to have a while until I was ready!" Potter defended quickly, frightened at the anger bursting through Malfoy. However now he'd calmed down, blushing a bit and smiling like mad.

"You like me?"
"Hell yes."
"Oh... Erm-"
"I tell you what, Mal, it's still Sunday, 11:30 AM, right?"
"Yes, why?" He asked in concern as Potter grinned cheekily.
"Get changed, we're going to the quidditch pitch- and I won't take no as an answer."

Malfoy raised an eyebrow.
"Potter, I don't like how this is going-"
"Remember, Draco, PG." Harry smirked and the blond laughed, getting off the bed and getting changed, as did Harry.

"You can turn around now." The slytherin spoke, still confused as to how Harry always got changed so quick.
Potter spun on his heels, grabbing Draco by the hand.
"Oh, no, you wont be wanting to wear that." He pointed at the others jeans, "That's why I'm in sweat pants and a top."

"But I have style." He hissed, as the gryffindor placed a pair of sweatpants into his hands.
"Just get changed, yeah? Comfortable outfits."

Draco pouted and Potter grinned.
"Hey, it'll all be for a good cause. I'll wait outside for you." He brushed past the other's hand with his own, before exiting the room.

Malfoy smiled goofily, getting changed into sweats and a top before exiting.
"Alright, so what will we be doing?" He questioned as they began to walk through the castle halls.

"Haven't you already guessed?" He glanced at the other before hurrying up.
"No, what is it?" The blond furrowed his brows as they left the castle onto it's premesis, coming towards the pitch.

"Well," Harry began as they reached there, "You really like me, yeah?"
"Don't make me say it again-"
"Okay, anyway," A smirk rose on his face, making Malfoy blush. He looked like a handsome devil when he smirked, "We'll be having a race-"

"You what?" He spluttered, "N-no, I don't do races-"
"Just hear me out, yeah? Just to that post and back," He pointed at the end of the big post for the quaffle to enter signalling a goal, "And if you win, I'll date you. If I win... I'll think about it." He winked and Draco frowned.

"But, Potter, our love can't depend on a race-"
"Just do it." He demanded, walking forward so they didn't have long to run;they also had to run back, too.
Draco gulped and nodded, getting into position. He was a fit runner, he'd run a few times, but he hates races; especially when he didn't know the others ability at running, so he'd never know if he'd win or not.

"Ready... Set... Go!" Harry announced, and they both sped off. Draco was a lot faster than Potter thought, so he stopped going easy on him and went the fastest he could.
Potter ran to the post and waited for the other, who was only a second away, before Draco stopped for breath.

"Wait, Potter..." He panted.
Harry smiled and lifted the others head up with his hands, smashing his lips passionately onto his, the other kissing back immediately after the shock with an equal amount of passion, before Harry pulled away and viewed the astonishment and shock on the others face.

"You're doing great, Drake, now just back, alright? Come on!"
Draco, instead of running, was too suprised at what had previously occured and changed to a slow jog, gathering his thoughts and repeatedly licking his lips to taste more. Harry was a damn good kisser.

Potter, realising this, smirked and, just before reaching the finishing line, stopped. The blond didn't notice this and kept running, until fireworks sparked him out of his thoughts.
He glanced up at the beautiful fireworks which, coloured green and silver, spelled out Well Done, Draco!

He looked behind to see Harry walking towards him with a shy smile, twirling the end of his wand between his fingertips.
"Too cheesy?"

"Oh, god, Harry. I love you more every fucking day," He chuckled, "And I'll admit that now."
"Well, you won. I guess I'm all yours." He sighed dramatically.
"You let me win." Malfoy accused, and the dark haired boy grinned mischeviously.
"Maybe I did... Maybe I didn't..."

"You want to date me?"
"Uhm, Hell yes. But, you've just went through a break up-"

"For fuck sake Potter, I loved you way before her, and I still did when I was with her. I never felt that way towards her, I never knew why until now; it's just that being cheated on makes me think I wasnt even good enough for a proper break up."

"You're the best, alright, Dray? She can go fuck herself, the pathetic bitch. You deserve so much more than that, and so much more than this cheesy cunt right here." He pointed at himself and the slytherin laughed, wrapping his arms around Harry.

"I love you, though. And if that means having to date a cheesy scarhead, I'll do it. Plus, that was amazing!" He flushed red at the memory, "You're a good kisser by the way..."

"Oh," He blushed, too, "Thank you. You weren't too bad yourself, I can't believe I let go." He raised his eyebrows, glancing at the others lips, "May I?"

"You may." He closed his eyes at the griffindork leaned in, softly pressing his lips against the others, who instantly kissed back.
They stood they for a bit, catching their breath.

"Sweats... You should have told me, I'd have came in my shorts. It's fucking roasting!" Draco panted and Potter chuckled, making the other smile.

"I'd rather you have just come in your boxers, to be fair." He whispered in the others ear, kissing his neck gently before winking, "I'm going to go meet Ron and Hermione in the Great Hall for lunch... See you later, Drakey."

As he walked away, Malfoy froze, replaying everything that had happened this morning in his head with a daft grin plastered to his face. He was so deep in thought that when someone smashed their mouth to his, he jumped back.
"Sorry, I just-I thought that... I want you to come, too." Harry smiled up at him and Draco was a bright red shade.

"O-oh, it's er, it's fine, I was just- I-"
"You're embarressing yourself," he laughed, kissing his nose, "Come on, I'll tell my friends we're dating if you want."

"That'd be great." He mumbled.
Harry dragged a flushed Malfoy by the hand to the door to the castle, when Draco ran forward to walk beside him.

"What made you want to date me?" He asked quietly.
"Because you're a funny, amazingly generous and sweet, handsome, loving and caring boy who, so far, has never got what he deserved. Hell, you deserve so much more than me, but please don't leave. I love you, and I mean it."
Malfoy blushed once again.

"Th-thank you, but you're the one who deserves more than having me to put up with, and why would I want to leave when I've got all I've ever wanted holding my hand? Oh my god, I've dreamt of you telling me you loved me so many times... Shit, sorry, that sounded strange-"

"No, no, I've dreamt of kissing you so many times. I guess today was an eventful day for both of us." He chuckled.

"I love you." The other laughed, squeezing his hand gently.
"I love you, too." He smiled as they came to the Great Hall, kissed the others lips as eyes (especially Astoria's) lay on them, before heading to the Gryffindor table which Malfoy hestitantly placed himself at as Harry told everyone about how they were dating. Oh, what a fun day it had been so far.