Drarry One-Shots

Veela Love

One-Shot: 8th year-Veela Love

Word count: 1,707

He was in a field. A field of Lilies. White Lilies. He smiled softly and picked one, holding a white Lily close to himself. It was peaceful here, like nothing could hurt him and he wanted to stay here forever. He brought the Lily to his nose and sniffed, it smelt amazing. He wanted to smell it again but suddenly it was forgotten as someone wrapped their arms around him from behind. Startled he dropped the Lily.

The person chuckled and pulled him closer to them. They slowly sat down, the person pulling him into their lap. He sighed in content and leaned into their touch.

“Hello, Love” The person purred into his ear. The person sounded and felt like a male. He smiled “Hello” then snuggled deeper into their arms wanting to stay in there forever. He looked up at the male holding him and saw familiar platinum blonde hair. He felt like he knew the person but he couldn’t place it. Their face was blurry and he desperately wanted to see it clearly.

“Who are you?” He asked eagerly, wanting to know who this is. The blonde chuckled a deep rumbling chuckle and leaned down to whisper in his ear:

"Your mate"

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Harry woke with a start, sweat slowly dripped off him. Slowly the feeling of arms wrapped around him faded and left him sad and lonely. He wanted the touch back, wanted the love. Sighing he sat up and got ready for the day. Suddenly a thought crossed his mind.

‘This is the first time I didn’t have nightmares!’

Harry face lit up in a bright smile and he made his way down to breakfast. He hardly ate though. He was too distracted. As usual.

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Draco watched Potter as he pushed food around his plate, not eating. He wished the boy would just eat, he’s getting so skinny. Sighing Draco pushed his now empty plate away and stood up. Slowly he made his way to exit the Great Hall.

“Oi! Malfoy” Boomed a voice from a certain redhead.

He arched an eyebrow and turned to face the redhead “Yes Weasley?” The blonde questioned.

“How’s your father? Oh wait! He's in Azkaban with the rest of his Death Eater friends! You know? Where you should be” Ronald Weasley, the Weasel, sneered.

He growled “You don’t know what your talking about Weasley-” He was abruptly cut off by the mudblood, ‘Granger’ He thought with a sneer of disgust upon his face.

“Hey Malfoy” She called “Want another punch in the nose? Cause that can be arranged!” She snickered.

He snarled, and his deep black wings ripped from his back. They were razor sharp and his eyes turned a deep crimson red.”Wanna say that again Granger, Weasley?” He flashed an evil smile, showing off his sharp, pointed fangs. “Tsk tsk, Granger I thought you knew better than to provoke a Veela!” A pug faced Slytherin named, Pansy Parkinson, sneered.