The Itch (Harry/Veela!Draco)

The Itch- Chapter 3

After stumbling off, Draco somehow managed to make his way to the Slytherin dorms and to his private room. His godfather had managed to pull a few strings and get him his own room this year, it hadn't been too hard, especially with his Veela heritage now.

Harry Potter was his mate. Harry Potter, the savior of the wizarding world, was his mate. Draco didn't know if it was a bad thing or a good thing. He was glad his mate was someone he would at least be proud of. Draco slumped onto his large green bed and took a deep breath. His trunk was at the foot of his bed, and inside was his paper for writing. Draco rolled off his bed and opened his trunk. It was time to write to his mother.

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Draco's owl had just been sent out the window when he heard a knock on his door.

"Go away, Pansy!" He yelled. Draco was not in the mood to be asked questions right now.

"It's not Pansy," Blaise said from behind the door. Draco sighed and walked over from his desk to the door. Blaise walked in and straightened his jacket. Draco took a seat on his bed and Blaise followed, sitting down next to him.

"Can I see?" Blaise asked. If it was anyone else Draco would have said no, but it was Blaise and he was his best friend.

"Yes." Draco breathed out. Blaise smiled a bit and Draco moved to take off his muggle shirt. It was something he had spotted in a shop in London and decided to buy.

Blaise sucked in a breath. Down the line of Draco's spine was a tattoo. It was long and beautiful. Blaise couldn't understand the words but they were powerful. Blaise moved his hand out to touch Draco's back. The moment his hand grazed his back Draco hissed and pulled his shirt back on.

"Sorry" Blaise muttered. "It's beautiful." Draco smiled at his words. He couldn't see the tattoo, so it was good to hear it wasn't ugly. It came the day of his inheritance, the only painful part of it. His back was still hurting a bit. Draco was glad that Blaise wouldn't read the words written because they stated that he was submissive.

"Thank you." He said when his shirt was back on. Both Blaise and Draco laid down, side by side.

"Another year of this and we're out," Blaise said. "It seems crazy." Draco rolled over onto his side and looked at Blaise.

"Not really, considering we were supposed to be finished already." Blaise rolled over to his side and looked at Draco. They have been like this, next to each other, since they were kids. It wasn't odd for purebloods to lay with each other like them.

"I guess that's true." Blaise said, shrugging his shoulders. Draco laughed a bit at how awkward it looked when he was laying in his side.

"Blaise?" Draco asked, looking into his eyes.

"Yes, Draco?" He said in a bit of a mocking tone. Draco sucked in a deep breath and said,

"It's Potter?"

"What?" Blaise asked, sitting up into his side with wide eyes. "What do you mean, 'It's Potter?'"

Draco sat up too and pulled his legs up to his chest as if he was trying to hide his vulnerability.

"I mean, it's Potter. My mate is Potter, Blaise and I don't know what to do."

Blaise closed his eyes and laid back onto the bed. Draco stayed where he was. He didn't want to move until Blaise said that he was okay with it.

"We'll figure it out Draco, we always figure it out" That was confirmation enough. Draco unraveled himself and laid down next to his best friend again.

"I sent a letter to my mother telling her," Draco started. "I don't know how she is going to react."

Blaise sighed. "I'll be right here if you need me." Draco had been starting to forget what it was like to have a best friend, it was just as he remembered.

"Thank you." Draco whispered to him. Blaise nodded.

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When Draco woke up, Blaise had already left his room. Draco's hair was a mess and he was still in his pants. His shirt was wrinkled but he could care less. For the first time in years, Draco didn't take a shower, he didn't gel his hair, and he didn't try to be as presentable as possible. He just didn't care. Draco had more important things to think about.

When he walked out of his room with his teeth brushed and his robes on he could hear an audible gasp from Pansy.

"Drake!! Your hair!" She screeched and moved to touch his soft locks. He slapped her hand away and glared. She pouted at him. Blaise was sitting in one of the emerald green armchairs with a book. He sent him a knowing look. Draco smiled at him.

Blaise stood up and said, "Let's head to Breakfast," then he winked. "We wouldn't want to be late."

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A few minutes later they were sitting in the dining room. Draco's eyes immediately found Potter's. When he walked in his eyes widened. Draco stiffened a bit and kept on walking.

Pansy made her way to the table and plopped down. Draco took a seat as far away from her as possible and started to eat his toast. Draco was never really one to eat a large breakfast, some toast was enough.

The tattoo on his back started to warm. It wasn't something that was burning like when it first appeared on him, it was a warmth that spread through his bones and called him to the figure behind him.

"Hello, Potter." Draco muttered and then turned around. Potter's eyes widened in surprise a bit and his green eyes bore into Draco's grey. The itch of the mating bond started up again, begging Draco to pull Harry towards him, to claim him as his own. Draco pushed the feeling down and grit his teeth.

"Hello, Draco." Potter said. Draco raised an eyebrow at the use of his first name.

"Any reason you have decided to grace me with your presence, 'Harry'?" He said mockingly.

Potter shuffled his feet and looked down. "We need to talk." Draco gave him a confused look. He had no reason to talk to him.

"About..." Draco asked

"The itching."