Draco's Veela Side (Drarry)

House mate - AU

Harry's POV.
I groaned as I dragged myself out of bed, placing my glasses on my nose. It was Saturday, and, like every Friday night, my house mate had went out partying. Probably shagging, too. All I knew is that he never returned by morning.

I huffed and led myself, still naked, down to the kitchen. All the curtains were shut; I had nothing to worry about.

Instead of minding my breakfast, I decided to bake a cake for Draco when he came home... He was my only friend, really. I didn't bother with people much unless I had to, but I didn't mind Malfoy.

I smiled to myself in content. Poor Drake is treated like a dog where he works; fortunately no bullying or anything heads his way, he just has the hardest job out of all of the workers there. He works as one of those guys that lift things, except he's always got the heaviest things; which is pathetic, really, considering (though he has muscles), he's one of the skinnier ones there.Why can't they get the big blokes to do it?

Sometimes it's on public sites, so people drive buy and throw things at his face.

Yet after encountering all of that every single day, he still has a soft heart and laughs with anyone and everyone; after being screwed over, he still believes in love and trust; after breaking his back for the benefit of others, and being taunted for it, he still smiles as if he has no weight on his shoulders. Within the two years I've known and lived with him, I still haven't saw him cry or be moody or feel upset. He's always... happy.

Friday night is his night. The one night a week where, after work and dropping by to see if I'm okay or wish to join, he heads to parties or night clubs, just to drink and dance mainly.

He's gay, of course, which is why certain homophobic twats that don't have their life together and don't realise the bigger problems the world has then boys who kiss boys, treat him so disgustingly, as if he isn't human. I'm gay too. We're gay best friends, I guess. It's never weird though. Thus, whenever he heads to a club, if he can pick up a lad who likes him- albeit he's generally uninterested in most of the men there- he'll shag him, sleep with him, but then heads here at around afternoon, usually after going to get a bite to eat alone or just driving and thinking. He claims he's not got the time to be in a comitted relationship.

I hate Fridays. It's so lonely.

Yes, I have a job. I work as a boring arse accountant, and offered Draco to come work with me; he says no. I think he's afraid of change, however many people are.

What follows with change? Well, normally goodbyes, hellos and whatevers. It's hard leaving things behind and starting fresh... It always is. I don't really give a toss about change anymore- as long as I still have my house mate.

I put the pink cake (thank you, food colouring) in the oven without a second thought. I didnt even realise I had made the cake already, to be honest.

Then I started on making the icing that would go on the cake.

"Come here, rude boy, boy
Can you get it up?
Come here, rude boy, boy
Is you big enough?
Take it, take it, baby, baby
Take it, take it,
Love me,
Love me.

Come here, rude boy, boy
Can you get it up?
Come here, rude boy, boy
Is you big enough?
Take it, take it, baby, baby
Take it, take it,
Love me,
Love me.

Tonight, I'm a let you be the captain,
Tonight, I'm a let you do your thing, yeah.
Tonight, I'm a let you be a rider
Giddy up,
Giddy up,
Giddy up, babe.

Tonight, I'm a let it be fire,
Tonight, I'm a let you take me higher,
Tonight, baby we can get it on.
Yeah we can get it on, yeah.

Do you like it boy?
I wa-wa-want what you wa-wa-want,
Give it to me baby like boom, boom, boom,
What I wa-wa-want is what you wa-wa-want,
Na, na, Ah, ah