Draco's Veela Side (Drarry)

Argue- AU

A/N
I've given up on the Plane P2 AU because there's not really anything I can write. Sorry guys.
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Draco grinned as he waited in bed, pretending to be asleep still. He didn't know the time, but he knew it was in the late morning such as 10 AM, because that's when Harry usually woke up to do his little morning paper work.

He waited patiently for Potter to approach, as he did every morning, and bury his face gently into his neck as he leant over the believed-to-be 'sleeping' man. Malfoy couldn't get anough of Harry's rough morning voice whispering "I love you" into his ear, before kissing his forehead and quietly leaving the room. It made him feel the need to pretend to be asleep every morning.

But what he was awaiting never arrived. Instead came a yell from what seemed to be downstairs.

"Malfoy, it's 10:45 AM, wake up!" Harry sounded furious, making the blond not want to get up at all.

Then came the loud footsteps, approaching with a violent atmosphere. Two more steps... One more step...

Although Malfoy knew that Harry would never physically hurt him, he still braced himself for the shouting that was going to surely arrive soon.

"You stupid lazy git! I'm up, making money whilst you sit there. Maybe if you cleaned the house or we actually had kids you could look after, then I wouldn't have a problem!" Harry knew Draco was awake.

The blond stayed silent and got up. He didn't know what to say. Of course they'd been married for three years now, and mornings would sometimes start with yelling; most the time he did as he was told.

"What's your plan for today then? Finally look for a job?" The other male rudely spat at the blond, who glared at him. He hated waking up to constant yelling.

"I have a job, thanks. Are you finally going to look for another husband?" He sneered back.

Harry snorted sarcastically. "Anybody would be better than you, maybe they could atleast earn some money."

"Then why marry me?!"

"I don't know, I was probably drunk, but boy am I seriously regretting it!"

Draco froze. Then he slowly nodded.

"Let's file for a divorce then."

"Would in a heart beat if it didn't take more work." The other replied but was now shooting daggers at his bed instead, avoiding eye contact with his husband.

"It'd be worth it though, and considering you're so 'hard working', what difference would another bit of paper work make?"

"Just shut the fuck up and get ready." He snapped, glaring at the other man. Instead, the blondie placed himself back on the bed.

"Just go the fuck to work already. Best part of my day."

"Then why don't you go and live somewhere else?!" The tone of his voice grew harsher, more serious, as the volume grew louder.

"Pass me the divorce papers to sign and I'll be out of your life forever." He snarled, "But, if that's too much work for you to handle, I'll just leave and stay with Blaise anyway. He doesn't wake me up by shouting." He didn't even wait for a response when he observed that familiar look of jealousy on his husband's face. With a flick of his wand beside his bed, his things were packed and in his hand, as were clothes on his body. "Well, have it your way then. Toodles." With a small sarcastic wave, he'd apparated to his best friend's house.

Blaise dropped his saucepan full of pasta when he saw Draco.

"Drake? It's been a while. What are you doing here?" He flicked his wand to clean the mess, before approaching his friend.