A/N: Hey guys! There will be an important (and Draco filled) A.N. at the end so please tune in! So without further delay I hope you enjoy!
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'Everything is not okay'
Harry sat deflated and dejected on his bed as he looked down at his bloody hands. His shaking hands were stained crimson from the blood he had attempted to wipe from Draco Malfoy's mouth. The door to his room creaked open slowly and two pairs of footsteps were heard coming through. After a few moments Harry felt a dip in the bed to his left and a hand was placed lightly on his shoulder.
"Ron, Hermione what haven't you told me?" Harry asked, not looking up from his hands "What did Dra-Malfoy mean about a library?"
"I dont..." Ron started, before anxiously removing his hand from Harry's shoulder, "I don't think it's the time for that Harry."
Harry got up slowly and stood, walking a few steps forward before turning to face his friends, "Malfoy used what may be his last conversation to tell me to ask you about that day. He may be goddamn dead by now! So whatever the bloody hell it is just FUCKING TELL ME!"
Hermione flinched, startled by his comment and afraid for her friend. It hadn't taken her long to find out Draco was missing after Dumbledores death but she had assumed him to be healthy. The Death Eaters had no reason (to her knowlege) to want Draco dead. She toyed with the end of her fluffy, nappy curls absentmidedly and made up her mind.
"Harry," She whispered, losing the famed Griffindor corage rapidly by the second, "Draco Malfoy was - is- a veela."
One hour earlier:
He cradled his head in his hands, tears rolling down his cheeks. His blond hair draped itself over his hands and dripped threw Harry's hands like a waterfall. Harry lifted one hand and tried wiping the blood from the corner of the Malfpy heirs lips. It smeared messily, creating a sweep of red, looking like an abrstract artist's new masterpeice. Harry looked up and wondered what this gruesomely beautiful painting would sell for. As he looked down intl other's eyes his heart pinched as the light flickered in the blond's eyes.
"I'm sorry," Draco whispered, stroking Harry's tear soaked face, "I'm sorry Harry. But don't forget, the sun always shines brightest on you. Always you."
Harry shouted angrily at the boy in his arms as the blond's eyes fluttered shut. He shouted his name like a mantra, his thoughts swirling rapidly. Severus Snape; his professor, loomed over the two and shook Harry's shoulders roughly. Sobs racked Harry's malnourished frame, his arms wound around the dying teen he had fallen in love with. Snape's calloused hands pried at his arms and torso, trying to rip the crying boy from his dying godson. Harry thrashed and tightened his grip, terrified of being separated from Draco Malfoy.
"No,"Harry moaned, as he was hauled off of the blond, "Let me go! Let me go!"
Snape shoved the boy-who-lived to the side and leaned down to snarl in the boy's face, "You have done enough, Potter!"
Present time:
He stood, dumbfounded, his jaw dropped in what could only be described by cartoon-esque. He knew he shouldn't have been so suprised, not really but, despite Malfoy looking like the veela poster-boy he hadn't expected a thing. Looking back it should have been obvious as male veelas were known for their pale skin, very light hair, and cold shining eyes. Harry hadn't expected a thing, however, and apperently was still being dense as he coudn't see where he fit.
"And?" He asked, tipping his head, "What's that got to do with me? Ron?"
"W-well um..." Ron said, winding his hand through the back of his hair, "Well you see... Hermione?"
Her eyes seemed to bulge out of her dead as she looked around and sputtered. She made a high pitched squeak in response and began fiddling with her wild hair once again. Hermione looked around her dully, attempting to avoid the situation at hand. The last thing she wanted to do in that moment was to diliver the news to Harry. Finally however he cought her eye and she huffed in frustration.
"Oh fine," She sighed, pursing her lips anxiously, "Do you remember the night you found Draco last year? After he had been hiding all day because of what Ron said inpotions? He told he'd freaked out and you had tried to help."
Harry nodded his head slowly and Ron looked between them, confused, "Where was I while all this was happening and was 'being revealed'?"
"Off being Draco's second least favorite classmates," Hermione said, chuckeling lightly, "Anyways, Harry, that was the night he had his third wave. And the time you two first met? That was the day of his second."
Harry looked cauciously at Hermione, scared to let himself beleive her words. He had loved the pale, blond, Slytherin for years but had never thought he would feel anything for him. He rung his stained red hands, anger slowly starting to bubble in his chest. 'Why didn't they tell me?' He thought, clenching his jaw tightly.
"Tell me it's not true," Harry whispered, looking down at his hands, "Tell me I've got the wrong idea."
Hermione and Ron shifted their feet akwardly, setting Harry off, "Tell me I'm wrong!"
"No, Harry," Hermione said softly, looking down, ashamed, "You- Draco he... you're his mate Harry. You're his mate. That's what we found out in the library."
Harry nodded, his hands shaking with anger. He rolled his lips inwaord and clenched his eyes shut. His knotted his hand into his curly head of hair, looked up and grimaced, tapping his foot.
"So you are saying," Harry snarled, edging forwards, pointing angrily at his two best friends, "You two knew this whole BLOODY TIME?"
Hermione smiled nervously, her hands held up in surrender. The pale, mixed girl backed up slowly, wanting to avoid the brunt of Harry's terrible temper as much as possible. Ron looked down, ashamed for encoraging the secret to stay just that.
"We didn't mean hurt you," Ron mummbled, head down, unable to look his friend in the eye, "We were trying to protect you"
"From what?" He yelled, spreading his arms wide, "FROM WHAT?"
Hermione cast a quick mufflado, "We just wanted to keep you safe Harry. That's all."
"Yeah? Well what about him?" Harry snapped, "Who's left to protect him?"
They just looked down at their feet. The silence sat suffocatingly thick in the air. Ron clenched his jaw, not really sure how quite to feel. Hermione bit her tounge, overwhelmed with emotion and filled with concern over Draco's saftey. Harry shook, his anger slowly being overcome by greif and pain.
'We did have a shot afterall,' He thought, trying best to hold back tears, 'We could have been something...'
"Out," Harry said quietly, starteling his friends before he raised his voice, "OUT!"
Ron and Hermione looked up, shocked. The shuffled out of the room quickly, stumbling over eachother. His door shut with a creak and Harry sighed deeply. He trudged over the his bed and sat down slowly. Harry burried his head in his hands and shook his head. For all he knew, Draco could be dead by then
Harty looked up at his celing and screamed.
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A/N:Hey guys! Just wanted to let you guys in on some stuff that's going on sooooo I've brought my lovley assistant!
Draco. Fuck you.
Me. That's the spirt! Now lets go through the list okay?
Draco (griting his teeth.) Fine.
Me. Wait really?!
Draco. I've been through this enought times I just want to get this over with.
Me. Welp I'm not complaining! Point one: The non-update update. I'm going to deleting it soon cause I'm getting better now and-
Draco. We get it! You were a dumbass-
Me. I did not say that-
Draco. And got a stupid consussion. Point 2: This idiot's Tumblr. If any of you guys are interested in any one this creep's other stuff go follow itschrisnottina on Tumblr. She tries and fails pitifully at writing drawing and reblogs stuff like a nerd.
Me (under my breath,) Asshat.
Draco. Excuse me?
Me. NOTHING! Nothing... point 3! I'm not doing so well so I might upload a bit sparatic. See the time capsule post on my Tumblr for a better understanding.
Draco. Whinny brat. Anyways point 4: Beta. I'm begging you people to fix this excuse for writing. It's getting worse each chapter!
Me. Hey! I disagree! This chapter maybe short but I for one think I'm getting better! Which brings me to point 5: Editing. In my spare time I'm going back to edit some of my earlier chapters.
Draco. Point 6: Reviews. (in mocking exasperated voice) I just want to say a big thank you to anyone that has reviewed thus far... blah blah blah makes the bitch happy blah blah any suggestions are welcome blah blah (mocking intensifies) and if anyone needs something or someone to talk to just pm the brat blah blah blah. Blah blah. Blah. Ever the pathetic croud pleaser huh?
Me. And I thought you weren't going to comment.
Draco. Touché
Me. Alright that's all there is to say! I wish you all the best andI hope you guys enjoyed! PEACE OUT!
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