Draco's Veela Side (Drarry)

Plane P1- AU

Draco had been convinced by Harry to take a plane back from their holiday in America, to England, their home country.

Okay, so what's wrong with that?

I'll tell you what's up.

Malfoy is absoloutely terrified of being up high in the air, but with the thought of crashing and dying? Fuck that. Planes are for muggles, apparation's what they should be using.

But his pathetic boyfriend managed to persuade him with his beautifully tanned body. And he'd also brought him an expensive passport beforehand. Waste of money, Draco had said. But no, he had to now.

"Passengers seats 50-60 can now board the plane."

"Come on, baby, that's us." Harry grabbed the others hand, leading him towards a queue.

"A-are you sure? Maybe that's not us and maybe we should just go home-"

"And maybe you should stop panicking," He grinned at his blond boyfriend and squeezed his hand, "Okay?"

"For a few minutes, yes." He mumbled, smiling when an arm was thrown around his waist and he was pulled into his man's side. There were two suitcases that they'd already sent on their way to the end of the plane, and two hand luggages; Harry's suitcase filled with his clothes that Draco always stole, even though he had his own whole suitcase full of his own t-shirts.

"You're my little cutie." Harry kissed his cheek as he they began to walk into down the long walkway to the plane, backpacks on their backs securely.

"Hello, sir." A women air staff smiled and nodded at Harry as he boarded, Draco snarling at her and Potter furrowing his brows in confusion as if he didn't know english.

"She was flirting with you!" Draco whined as they filed further down, taking a seat, Malfoy near the window, "Why didn't you tell her to back off?"

"They say hi to everybody dear, it's their job so they're seen as polite and not fired due to complaints." He reassured, taking out the books from both bags before hoisting them above the seat, into the compartments.

"Ought to file a restraining order, forget the complaint." The blond hissed as Potter took a seat beside his love with a chuckle.

"Okay, okay, I'm all yours anyway, dear, what's the worry?" He smiled softly before leaning over Draco, putting on his seatbelt for the boy and tightening it so he was safe with just enough air to breathe. Malfoy smiled shyly back.

"I-I'm scared, Harry."

"Why? I'll never leave you-"

"I meant the fucking plane." He began to pant slightly and the darker haired man sighed, rubbing circles into the blond's arm after fastening his own belt.

"Shush, read your book, darling. We can cuddle through the flight-"
"So uncomfy." He mumbled.

"-We can read..."
"For nine hours? Maybe three."
"Orrr we can talk?"

"About what?"

"Everything and anything." He grinned gently and Draco huffed.

"Fine."

The safety video began to play and Malfoy was clutching onto Potter in fright.

"It's a television, Mal, I showed you those." He whispered.

"A-are we gonna die?" He asked back in a hoarse mumble.

Harry took a look at himself and then at Draco.

"I feel healthy." The tanned bloke spoke, raising his eyebrows, "Why would we-"

"Why would they be showing us this if we weren't gonna die?!" He asked, a bit louder this time, earning many shushes as to which he growled away.