Draco's Veela Side (Drarry)

Muggle AU with A little bit of Scorbus

A/N
It really puts me off fanfictions when Harry doesn't "need" glasses or wears contacts instead; fair enough, contacts, but isn't that just making it a Tom×Daniel fic? And Harry does need glasses, that's what differs his appearance from Daniel Radcliffe. The writers choice and I fully support their choice because it means they've adapted it to make the character different and fair enough, but the glasses thing gets to me. Skin colour, sexuality etc I really don't mind, but the glasses are so vital to me idk why lol okay excuse my rant lets get on with this lil AU.
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Harry left the shop, whistling and carrying a top in a bag he'd just brought; it was a black button up, a little flower stitched onto a pocket on the right breast.

As he walked out alone, he heard a yelp from beside him. He peered over, and a little way away, an attractive blond guy was scrubbing at his own white button up, attempting to wipe away a new found food stain.

Potter stiffled a giggle and made his way over to the cutie.
"Er, hey." He spoke, "I'm Harry Potter, what's your name?"

Draco jumped back, shocked by the deep yet hot voice of a male; he turned to face him and froze. He was hotter than hell. The blond gulped audibly.

"Do you wish to catch flies?" Potter joked.
"Wh-what?" Malfoy closed his jaw with a blush, "I'm Draco Malfoy."

"That's a beautiful name." He smiled genuinely, "You got a little drool over here." He pointed to his chin, and Malfoy quickly wipped his own chin in embarressment.

"So, Harry..." He remembered and covered his chest, where the food stain lay on his top.
"Oh, shit, yeah. I realised you was having trouble, and we're around the same size. I just brought this top," He quickly pulled it out of his bag, "And, well... Do you wish to wear it? It's embarressing walking around with a stained top, and considering I'm heading home, I can wash that top for you at my house; I'll have to give you my number though, so we can trade shirts again. Shit, I'm ranting, aren't I? I'm sorry." He took a deep breath, and the blond blinked.

"I-I can't accept that offer, I'm sorry. Thank you though, it was very generous-"
"Look, we just met and I don't know if you're here with anyone-"

"My mummy-"
"Mummy?" Harry smirked and Draco looked away in more embarressment.
"Don't laugh, please, at the age of 19 I shouldn't really call her that-"
"No, no, it's actually really... really adorable. A-are you seeing anyone?"

"You're gay?" He almost spat, then cursed himself- he didnt mean to sound so rude, he was just suprised.
"Is there a problem with being gay? If so, then goodbye and I'm sorry for my offer-"
"No that's perfect! I'm bisexual, I was just suprised because, woah are you hot!" The blond widened his eyes and slapped a hand over his mouth.

This made the dark haired man let out a suprised laugh.
"Well, thank you. You're sexy yourself." He whispered, winking and Draco blushed a beet red, "Yeah so take me up on the offer?"
"I feel guilty-"

"Don't, honestly, I dont want you to feel so embarressed with a food stain on your shirt, it's horrible especially when people stare, so it'll make me happy knowing I made someone's day."
Malfoy smiled softly, beginning to unbutton his shirt.

"Thank you so much, Harry. I'll give you my phone in a minute and I'll buy you another as well as returning this one-"
"Draco." He raised an eyebrow.
"Sir." He stated back, pulling off his unbuttoned shirt and tucking some of it into his pant to hold it there so he could put the other one on.

"You're changing in public?" He questioned, handing him the other shirt.
"Why, liking my body?" He smirked.
"We just met!"
"You didn't hesitate to ask my number."