The Veela and The Red-Head

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Draco's POV

I woke up to Ron shaking me as Blaise yelled at Neville. "Whats going on?" I asked as I looked at everyone in the compartment.

"Bad game of exploding snap, Neville got one of Blaise's expensive shirts," Ron explained as he helped me up.

"Blaise calm down you can get a new one," I said as Ron placed a kiss to my head.

"I woke up during it, anyway we're nearing the station, ready to talk to my parents and yours?" He asked as he watched the fight unfold.

"Not really, anyway let's fix this," I said as I got up and moved towards Blaise. I grabbed his head and Neville's and pushed them together making them kiss, I sighed as they continued kissing and moved towards Ron.

"What the fuck? Are we making porn?" Harry asked as Hermione and Pansy walked in.

"Whats porn?" Ron asked as Harry rolled his eyes.

"We're stopped," Hermione said as she grabbed her stuff off the luggage rack. I sighed and looked at Ron who grabbed our stuff off the luggage rack before looking at me and grabbing my hand.

"Let's do this," he said as he looked out the window.

"Good luck, mate," Blaise said as he pat my back before walking off. I rolled my eyes and pulled Ron out of the compartment before anyone else could touch me and looked for the other Weasleys.

"You do realize you'll have to be nice to my family right?" I heard Ron ask from behind me.

"Yeah I know, but Merlin forbid they hurt you," I said through gritted teeth as I spotted all the red heads.

"It'll all be for fun I promise, who's first? My family or yours?" He asked as he snaked an arm around my waist.

"Draco, Weasley," a cold voice said from behind us. I went stiff and looked over at Ron who swallowed before bravely turning around, the damn Gryffindor, I sighed and turned around but didn't meet my Fathers face.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy?" Ron said in a polite but strained voice.

"I'd like to talk to my son," Lucius said as he tapped his cane.

"You can talk to me in front of him, Lucius." I said simply as I tightened my hold on his shirt.

"I see," he said simply as he traced the hilt of his cane. "Your Mother is here she has your stuff, they're shrunken of course."

"Thank you, now if you may excuse me I have someone to talk to." I said with a sneer as he looked off at Ron.

"I see, you wouldn't mind if I just...hurt him for making you this way?" He asked as he pulled out his wand and touched it to Ron's jaw, this made my blood boil, without even thinking my wings were out and my shirt was ripped.

"You will not touch him, you'll have to go through me first." I snarled as I moved in front of Ron.

"Babe, you're drawing attention to us," Ron muttered as he touched where my shirt ripped.

"I know babe, but I can't let him hurt you," I said with a soft growl as I stared at my former Father.

"Well, well, the Veela heritage has been passed down in a rare fashion." Lucius said in a curious drawl. "Narcissa."

"Yes, Lucius?" Mother asked as she hurried to his side.

"His things," he drawled in a cold voice as he pointed to me.

"Thanks Mother," I said softly as I took everything of mine from her.

"Let's go, Dray," Ron mumbled as he pulled on my trousers. I turned and kissed him softly before grabbing his hand and walking towards the Weasleys.