The Itch (Harry/Veela!Draco)

The Itch- Chapter 7

It was two days since Draco had told Harry what his tattoos meant and two days since he last had a night of rest. His dreams were tormented by the bond. Draco warned him it was only going to get worse, but Harry had said he could handle it. But it was getting harder with every passing morning...literally.

"Wake up, Harry!" Ron to him. Harry opened the door to reveal his wet hair and the towel around his waist. Ron gawked.

"What?" Harry asked. Ron spluttered at the tattoo that arched a bit over his shoulders. Harry's eyes followed his staring eyes and swore, slamming the door. Ron couldn't know.

"Harry? Open the door, what's going on?" Ron pounded on the door. Harry moved to the clothes on his bed and pulled them on before moving to open the door. Ron came stumbling in, face red.

"Wha-What was that?" He sputtered. Harry looked at him with the most innocent face he could muster.

"What was what?" Harry asked. Ron moved his hands on frantic movements, gesturing to his back and then Harrys. Then he just let his hands slump and just shook his head as he walked out, muttering to himself.

Harry sighed and slumped onto his bed. Ron was his best friend but he knew he couldn't tell him. Ron didn't understand what it was like, what Draco was like. The bond between them wasn't going away anytime soon, and Ron would never understand that.

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When the Harry walked into the great hall his eyes moved to Draco and found him in an instant. The bond led them to each other. They just stared into each others eyes and relished in the slight relief from the itching in the back for their heads.

Hermione shook him and he broke out of whatever spell was on Draco that captivated him. They sat at their table, so far away from Draco. It was only going to get worse. They needed to tell someone. They were pushing the bond to its limit, they shouldn't be as far apart as they were. Before Draco had been released from the hospital wing they had taken the time to talk about what was going to happen.

Harry, being the dominant would get increasingly feral with every passing day away from his mate. He knew that was true because the thought of Blaise sitting anywhere near his mate made his blood boil in anger. Draco would need to be in his presence more to keep his Veela at bay. Harry wasn't Veela so he couldn't understand what Draco was feeling when they were apart, but from his side, he felt like crap.

"Harrry..." Ron said waving a hand in front of his face. He had been staring at his mate again.

"What." Harry growled. The entire table went quiet and Ron's face went pale. Hermione put what was meant to be a calming hand on his shoulder but he shook it off, going back to staring at Draco. He hadn't even realized what he had done and what was wrong.

Hermione muttered to herself about something but Harry could care less, his eyes trailed Draco as he stood and walked over to him. His eyes softened.

Murmuring was heard throughout the hall. Harry had almost forgotten how much they hated each other, how much they were supposed to hate each other.

"Harry, let's go outside." Draco said to him. Harry nodded in a trance and moved to stand.

"Like hell, he's going anywhere with you death eater." Ron spat out. Hermione was staring wide-eyed as Harry slowly turned to Ron with murder in his eyes. Ron gulped. Harry's head was rushing. He had insulted his mate, it didn't matter if it was Ron or not. Draco had been hurt by his words and he would not stand for it.

He was poised to strike at his best friend in a matter of seconds when Professor Snape stepped between them.

"Enough." The professor hissed at them. Draco whimpered a bit. Harry was surprised to hear the sound come out of his mouth, and so was Snape, it seemed. Harry glared at the professor as he met his eyes.

"You." he said pointing at Harry, "and you." he pointed the same finger at Draco. "are coming with me." He walked off, and they followed. The eyes of the great hall followed them both all the way out and into the hall.

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Snape walked them all the way down to his office in the dungeon in silence. The only sound heard was the swishing of Snape's cloak.

When they arrived at his room, he beckoned Draco into his rooms. Harry moved to go with him, but Snape glared at him and told him,

"Not you, boy" Harry growled at him but it was too late. Snape had already slammed the door in his face.

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After what seemed like hours of pacing the hall, Snape opened the door and looked at Harry with something unrecognizable in his eyes. Draco stepped out and his focus was shifted, his eyes scanned his face and the rest of his body for any sign of injury.

"I'm fine, Harry." Draco said with a sigh running a hand through his hair.

"Are-are you sure?" Harry asked moving a bit closer. Draco gave a tight smile and nodded.

"I need to talk with Dumbledore about your..." Snape sneered "Predicament." Harry tore his eyes away from Draco to look at Snape and nod. He knew of the bond, and with Draco's cool hand resting on his shoulder he calmed and leaned into the touch. It was impossible to be mad.

Snape glowered at the touch but seemed to accept it eventually. "For now," Snape started "I am combining your classes so you are not apart." Harry smiled and looked over at Draco, and he was also grinning.

They already had many classes together but now they wouldn't have to be apart longer than needed. Snape started talking again, this time walking down the hall as he talked. They followed him.

"Of course, I will have to inform Dumbledore of this but..." Harry stopped listening. He didn't care very much and Draco would tell him later anyway. Harry was very much too preoccupied staring at his mates ass to think of anything else.

"Of course there will be the new living arrangements that we will discuss. But for now," Snape gave his signature grimace. "What size bed will you two be wanting and what room colour?"

Harry's head snapped up at about the same times as Draco's.

"What?!"