Draco's Veela Side (Drarry)

Twin P2- Muggle AU

Sirius opened the door to a smiling Draco, causing him to shut the door on his face again.

Confused, Malfoy knocked again. Clatters around the house could be heard, until Remus opened the door.

"Sorry about him. He had a fight with Harry a few days ago and hasn't spoke to him since, so he's just... I don't know, being dramatic, I guess. Come in." He smiled, welcoming him in.

"Lyra's in the car. Do you mind if I get Harry?"

"I'll call him for you." He called Harry's name, which is when Potter came strolling down the stairs in skinny black jeans, a black , torn tank top and a leather jacket. Sirius glared at him.

"Harry Potter, you are not going out dressed like that! Your clothes are ripped!"

"Yeah well, Next thing you know, I'll be on your motorcycle." He snarled, making the blond look away in awkwardness.

"Get upstairs! It's 6:30 PM, and you're dressed like your doing what, going to shoot someone?" He snapped.

"I'm dressed how twenty year olds dress when going to a party!"

"What? Draco's dressed decent!"

"Just dont worry about me, I'm not your child to stress about." Harry yelled at him, "I'm leaving. I'll be back god knows. Hopefully never." With that, he strolled out, tugging on Draco's hand and dragging him with him.

"Harry, you can't talk to them like that, they just want to help-"

"Oh what would you know? You have parents, mkay?" He rolled his eyes, "But I'm not wearing this. I just wanted them to get pissed off. I'm," He threw off his leather jacket and top, "Wearing something," he applied a white, plain top, "More casual." With that, he threw his leather jacket and tank top at the doorstep of his house.

"Harry-"

"What? Just come on!"

"No, wait, talk to me." Harry rolled his eyes as Draco continued, "You're acting bitchy lately... Is it because of me?"

"I'm not acting bitchy. I'm just done with being nice. Sí, chico? Vamos!"

"What?" He looked at the one pulling him to the car in confusement and pulled away his hand, "Whatever."

"Chico estúpido, Te amo." He spoke loudly; Draco knew french, but not spanish in Harry's memory. He thought he saw the blond freeze, but it was just his mind, he realised when he watched him get into the car.

"Je t'aime aussi." He heard a strong reply. He rolled his eyes. It was probably an insult of how poor his spanish accent was, "Allons-y."

"What?"

"I said come on in french." He shrugged. Harry followed, getting in the back next to Lyra.

"Hola, comó estas?" Lyra grinned.

He groaned and face palmed.
"Mierda!"

Draco chuckled softly in the front.

"So you can understand Spanish?" Harry asked the girl infront who was wearing jeans and a short top with the words Boss Babe on the left breast. She hated dresses.

She nodded.

"Does Draco?"

"We-"

"No. Just French." Draco interupted. Lyra kept her mouth shut, knowing Malfoy was clearly wanting to hide something.

"How come you laughed when I said Mierda?"

"I know the swear words, obviously. I don't approve of that word in my car, unless it's to describe your outfit." He smirked in the mirror, winking before putting the radio on. Harry blushed and bit his lip.