The Itch (Harry/Veela!Draco)

The Itch- Chapter 6

Draco had been ordered to stay in the rest day by Pomfrey, and Harry stayed with him. They had planned to spend the day talking about what the mating bond would mean for them and other, adult things. But only an hour later they landed on the game 20 questions. Harry had explained to him the popular muggle game and he decided to play. What could go wrong?

Nothing exactly went wrong while playing the game, but somewhere along the way they passed the limit of 20 questions an were now on their 30th.

"Favorite animal?" Harry asked. He was sitting on Draco's cot with his legs draped over Draco's. They hadn't started in that position but somewhere along the way it had morphed.

"Snake." Draco said immediately. Harry snickered at him.

"What?" Draco asked crossing his arms and pouting in defense.

"Nothing," Harry was still snickering. "It's just very... Slytherin of you." Draco scoffed.

"Fine then. Whats yours?" Draco asked, trying to change the subject. Harry's chest puffed out a bit.

"Stag." Draco just stared. He couldn't think of a comeback to that.

"Ok." Draco just said. Harry accepted it as an answer.

"How did you find out you were a Veela?" Harry asked.

"It's in my blood. My mother is one and my father had some in his blood. The only surprise when I came into my inheritance was that I was submissive." Draco said nonchalantly. Harry's cheeks turned red and he sputtered for a second.

"What-" He couldn't seem to form the words. "What do you mean by submissive?" He managed to finally get out. Draco laughed at his embarrassment and pulled his shirt over his head.

"You see how on the tattoo the lines are thinner around the middle?" Draco asked.

"Yeah, I see. It looks different from mine." Harry said with a faraway look. Draco whipped his head around.

"You have a tattoo like this?" Draco was the one spluttering now. Harry raised his eyebrows in questioning.

"What? Am I not supposed to?" He asked. Draco shook his head and look down at the sheets covering his legs.

"No, no." He said. "It's normal. I was just thrown off by it that's all." Draco lied and pulled his short back on. Harry accepted the lie, his eyes too busy trailing after Dracos back to notice the off tone of his voice.

"What about the markings?" Harry finally said, snapping himself out of his gaze.

"They mean that I'm submissive. On the inside of your tattoo, they should be lettered with thicker markings. That makes you the dominate." Draco stated it as fact and tried to not get embarrassed by talking about it. Harry nodded his head in understanding, and Draco was grateful he didn't ask for anything else.

Harry opened his mouth to ask another question when the doors to the infirmary opened and Blaise strode in.

"Potter." He said, inclining his head in a way of greeting to Harry. His eyes turned to Draco and they lit up a bit.

"Hi, Draco." Blaise said as he took the seat that Harry had previously occupied. It forced Harry to keep his seat on Dracos cot.

"Why are you here, Blaise?" Draco said with a sigh. He had ordered Pomfrey to keep people out. He wanted quality time with his mate before they stepped out into the horrors of the world.

Blaise shot him a fake wounded look and put a hand over his heart. "But I thought we bonded the other night?" He said with a pout. Harry gave a possessive growl and moved a bit closer to Draco as if in a daze. His eyes and Dracos widened.

"I did not mean to do that." Harry said in his defense. Draco laughed and said,

"It's fine. We're newly mated, its bound to happen." Harry groaned at the thought of it happening all the time.

"Hello?" Blaise said waving a hand in front of his face. "Still here, lover boy." Draco blushed a bit.

"I see you, Blaise." He said. "Now what do you want with us."

Blaise pouted a bit again but carried on. "Dumbledore asked me to give you guys you homework considering I'm the only person who really knows of your 'predicament'" Then he plopped the pile of papers he had in his arms on the small table beside Draco's head. The mated pair groaned in unison. 

"Thank you so very much for this gift, Blaise." Draco said sarcastically. Blaise blew him a kiss and stood from the chair. Harry stiffed beside him at the gesture. Draco would have laughed if it weren't for the bond, so instead, he placed a hand over his leg which was on top of him.

"Bye, boys." Blaise said with a wave of his hand as he walked out. Draco scoffed and leaned his head against the bedpost, retracting his hand from Harry's leg. The circulation to his legs was being cut off by Harry but he didn't have the heart to tell him. Plus he liked the warmth and the closeness. His back was constantly warming him with his mate so near and it was amazing.

"He bothers me." Harry said with a grunt. Draco laughed again. He had been laughing an awful lot lately with Harry around. It was like a light switch had been flicked on in his life and suddenly all that darkness was gone and only Harry was left.

"He bothers me too sometimes." Draco said. Harry looked over at him.

"Why did he say he was the only one who knew?" Harry asked. Draco gave him a questioning look. He was soon going to perfect that look with how many strange questions his mate always asked.

"Because he is the only person who knows Harry." Harry shook his head a bit.

"I told Hermione." He said. Draco sighed and looked to the plain white ceiling in exasperation.

"Of course you told her." He said. Harry scoffed.

"Yes 'of course I told her' She's my best friend Draco. Learn to live with that." Harry sounded a bit pissed. Draco looked down from the ceiling and into his mates emerald eyes.

"Its hard to get used to that's all." Draco said with a tight smile. Harry returned it with a squeeze of his hand he had managed to wrap up in his strong ones.

"We'll manage." Harry said. Draco was so proud of his strong mate. It was as if their past had been swept under the rug for the past day or so, but they knew it would come out to haunt them, and they were prepared for it all.

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When Draco fell asleep hours later with a sleeping Harry in the armchair behind him, his dreams were filled with possessive growls and emerald green eyes.

A/N: please comment on my spelling errors. My Wattpad's correction thingy turned off and it won't tell me what I spelled wrong. I am horribly dyslexic this is my worst nightmare.

(They have an editor now, but the extra set of eyes is always welcome)