@drarrymicrofic | wc: 298 | prompt: bond
Harry had only had two pints, which wasn’t nearly enough to explain why he was openly staring at Draco Malfoy after weeks of trying his absolute hardest not to do exactly that at work.
He blamed the Veela thing. Honestly, it was unfair. The long white hair spilling over Draco’s shoulders. The pale skin that seemed to shine at his throat where his collar sat open. The sharp line of his jaw. The—
“Mate,” Ron said, following Harry’s gaze. “Do you want to relax a bit? You’ve been making googly eyes at Malfoy half the night.”
Harry flushed. “What? Everyone thinks Malfoy’s fit. He’s part-Veela.”
Draco, who had been bickering with Pansy over something, looked over very slowly. “Pardon?”
Harry gestured helplessly at all of him. “Come on. The shining hair. The glimmering skin—”
“For the allure,” Draco said. “I have since eighth year, when I started presenting. No one here is magically compelled to find me attractive.”
Ron choked on his beer and Pansy made a small, delighted sound. Blaise sighed and handed her three Galleons.
Hermione leaned forward, eyes bright. “Actually, if Harry is perceiving Draco’s Veela traits without being influenced by allure, that might suggest a mating bond—”
Draco went completely red and looked away.
“—and judging by that reaction,” Hermione finished, crossing her arms, “Draco seems to have known.”
“Fine, I knew,” Draco snapped. “But I didn’t say anything because Potter is not obligated to—”
“I don’t feel obligated,” Harry interrupted, heart hammering. “I think I’m just… er, well, interested.”
Harry looked at Draco’s flushed cheeks and his beautiful, vaguely worried face.
Draco swallowed. “In what?”
“Dinner?” Harry said. “For a start.”
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