Draco's Veela Side (Drarry)

Foster Home- Scorbus Muggle AU P2

I stared at Harry. It'd been a month and a week now. And it was hurting not talking to him, even if it was a bit awkward at first. So, I ignored him burying his face into a tired Jane's hair, dismissed Jake and Elliot giggling at some funny film on tv they found because of course, saturday! They were allowed to be irritating fucks until late at night. Draco and Astoria had went out on some date night, and Scorpius was watching Jake and Elliot, poking them when they got too loud. Then he turned and looked at me and his eyes fully took me in, something I adored him doing. He smiled at me and nodded at Harry, who wasn't paying attention, and I took his advice and sat beside him. I went to talk but couldn't and just squeezed his hand.
"Hey, Hazza?"
"Hm, Alzah?"
He didn't even hesitate once when he squeezed my hand back and that made me smile. He lifted his head from Jane and tiredly smiled at me.
"How's your ankle?"
"Healing. You would know if you came to any of those appointments with me." He grumbled and released my hand.
"C-come on, I had a right to be mad."
"Not to leave me because of it."
"I didn't... I-I made sure you had Jane."
"Don't get me involved, Al, please." Jane yawned and Harry picked up her hand instead.
"Yeah. Lady Jane stuck around and I knew you a lot longer than I did her, Al." He turned from watching her to stare at me again.
"Hazza... come... please... just..."
"Relax and talk." He said to my speechless situation. I gulped.
"You like it here?"
"Mhm."
"I... I'm glad your safe. Even if we didn't talk it was nice to know you were safe. How-how's college?"
"Al, stop small talking with me. And I don't go yet, my ankle isn't healed." He rolled his eyes and I nodded slowly. I fumbled in my pocket and, since Jake and Elliot had turned to watch quietly, their eyes, as did Scorpius and Jane's, widened when I pulled out a packet of cigs.
"I got this. For you. Still got your lighter?"
"My chihuahua one? Hell yeah!" He laughed but Jane tugged his hand and he coughed. "Al, I don't smoke. Or drink."
"Yeah." I mumbled, "I-I know. But I think we both deserve one at least."
"It never stops at one." Harry mumbled and I knew that was stupid Jane rubbing off on him.
"So? Please. Come on, just like old times!"
"Like old times? It'll never be like old times, Albus." He snapped and I bit my lip. No, he was lying. Of course it would.
"Yes, it would." I said desperately, and then snapped out of it when the cigs were snatched. My boyfriend raised an eyebrow at me and pocketed them.
"I'll bin those later, dumbass."
I looked back sadly at Harry, who snorted.
"Anyway, guys, just make up." Scorps encouraged.
Everybody in the house spoke recently apart from me to Jane and Harry. I would talk to Jane now and then though but not... Harry.
"Not that easy, poshie." Harry glared at him and for once, when Scorpius sighed and kissed my neck and told me to try another time, I pulled away and grabbed Harry's hand instead.
"Come on! Up!"
"Al, careful of his leg." Jane was still smiling at me though, as if she respected me for trying. Harry grunted and yelped as I pulled him to his feet in excitement, didn't wait for him to grab the crutch he still used and instead half dragged, half supported him outside.
"Albus!" He huffed and I laughed.
"Sit down!"
"I can't ease myself down here, Al." He mumbled in embarrassment. He still had his pride.
"Fine, lean on me, yeah?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Ain't gotta choice, have I?"
"Ah... ah shite."
"What?"
"Scorps!" I called loudly and soon the boy dragged himself outside.
"Hm, babe?"
I blushed still at that word he had called me so many times and Harry snickered into my ear.
"Can you get what we made earlier?"
He raised an eyebrow at me. "It'll be cold, baby, we'll have to reheat-"
"Just get it and stop calling me that." I demanded with a dark blush. Harry was smirking at me and I playfully rolled my eyes. Scorpius smirked and nodded.
"Okay, of course, baby." His voice was naturally gentle when he said that, albeit he was joking, and I grinned. He went to get it and I looked at Harry, suddenly not feeling awkward at all.
"You raised me."
"Mhm, I sure did, kiddo."
"And I dunno why it felt awkward. Your dad was a shithead. But you were my second dad."
"Mhm, kid."
"Look at me."
Harry finally looked at me at my weak mumble.
"Al, dude, my leg's cold and hurting. Can you take me in, please?"
"Don't use those manners. It's not you."
He broke into a grin and I found myself following suit.
"What should I say then?"
"You usually swear."
"Okay, fucktard, take me inside."
I laughed and he laughed as well.
"A bit fuckin' cold, isn'-"
"I love you."
He didn't comprehend and didn't pause his speech until a few seconds after, and that led to him staring at me in surprise and confusement. We hardly ever... probably never... he said it to his old girlfriend, but not Jane, not yet, I don't think. Scorpius said it to me but me and Harry had always been very reluctant with the response to those words because it was an awkward "you too". Astoria and Draco would say it and we would both smile and nod politely. And now I, somebody who used to find that shit awkward, was saying it to a man who still found it awkward.
"What?" He finally asked after a minute of silence, Scorpius watching from the door where Jake and Elliot had obviously rushed to. And of course, Jane had followed, watching them very carefully and kissing their heads. They dismissed her motherly action as they watched intently and she grinned to herself.
"I..." I blushed at the attention of everybody, but Harry was just staring at me, no notice on anybody else, "I said that I love you... pal."
Harry broke into a small, amused smile. "Pal? You cringy, awkward bastard."
It was quiet for a moment.
"So do you?" I mumbled, when what I expected didn't arrive.
"What?"
"Do you love me then?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Wouldn't have sat up reading to your scared arse every night if I didn't."
"Can you say it?"
"Why? You know I do."
"You never say it and that makes me feel bad about showing emotions. Just-just say it, Hazza, I love you."
"You sound gay-"
"I am gay!"
"Not with me."
"Harry..." My heart fell a bit and he sighed at my disappointment and kissed my hair.
"Stop looking so ashamed of me all the time, Al. You know I love you. I've proved it, haven't I?"
"I know... but I... I miss you."
"I'm here, you soft fucking-!"
"Harry..." I squeezed him as he leaned on me and inhaled his scent, "I don't like this scent, Harry, it's not you."
"Moan when I do drugs, moan when I become posh." He joked and I chuckled weakly.
"Not the drugs. I can't smell the fag ash."
"I'll cut down on the deodrant then."
I squeezed him close and he yawned into my hair.
"Dying for a fag."
"You haven't had one since that night."
"I know. But a habit, aint it?"
"Yeah." I mumbled, yawning back, "I wish Scorpius would hurry the fuck up."
Scorpius heard and blushed, my intention, and rushed out the door. He handed it to me with the lighter he knew I was going to ask for in the darkness and I grinned. I handed Harry the cupcake who laughed weakly.
"Whose birthday?" He asked.
"Nobody's."
"So why are we doin' this then, huh?" He grinned at me and I shrugged with a small smile. I remembered his speech that night. Slurred, dodgy. It had improved and almost back to normal, but sometimes his words would slur into each othet. I lit the lighter, holding him up with one arm and held it beside the cake.
"Go on then."
"What?" He asked.
"Eat it."
"What for?"
"Made it for you, you nonce."
He chuckled and bit into it, pulling down the wrapping with his teeth.
"Hey, you aint shaved recently, have you?"
"No, why?"
"Gonna say, you hate shaving."
He grinned and nodded and took another bite. Then he shoved the half left at me.
"Split, come on."
I saw Scorpius grimace in the light of the doorway and knew I was getting no kisses tonight as I took it and ate it gladly.
"Can we go inside now, mister?" He yawned and I nodded.
"Lady Jane, come help, please!" I called and she did.