A Veela's Mate || Draco Malfoy

Cᴏɴsᴇǫᴜᴇɴᴄᴇs ᴏғ Mᴀᴋɪɴɢ Iʀɪs Aɴɢʀʏ

Day 9: Tuesday

Iris woke slowly the next morning, vaguely surprised at how comfortable and safe she felt. She didn't think she had ever felt this good and she couldn't help but wonder what had caused this feeling. Opening a bleary eye to investigate, Iris was astonished to find Draco peacefully sleeping next to her. Blinking both eyes open, she noted that yes, the Veela really was sleeping next to her. Casting her mind back, Iris tried to figure out why. Had she had another nightmare? Shouldn't she remember it if that was the case? Especially if it was bad enough to have made Draco come running?

"Morning, slept well?" Draco asked sleepily, luxuriating in being so close to his mate.

"Um, yeah, I think so," Iris murmured, still trying to figure out what had happened. Then she remembered and she allowed her head to drop back onto the pillow. How utterly humiliating, not being able to go to sleep without a hug, as if she was some baby.

"Whatever you are thinking, stop it this instance!" Draco ordered sternly, "you are interrupting my basking."

"I'm what?" Iris asked, utterly baffled.

"I'm trying to enjoy my first night in your bed," Draco patiently explained, still snuggled down next to Iris, his arm around her waist, reveling in the warmth. "I don't know what you were thinking, but the bad vibes are interfering, just thought you might want to know," he added graciously.

Iris stared up at the ceiling in disbelief, then she broke down into giggles. This was just too surreal! "I'm so sorry to disturb you, your highness, let me know when it is safe to start thinking."

Draco's reply was a sharp poke in the ribs with a pointy index finger. "I don't mind you thinking, you prat, but I do mind when you get all tensed up and start thinking that you've done something wrong. So you needed a hug last night, so what? I've needed a hug lots of times and neither father nor Severus think any less of me, so why should you? Unless you think you should be above such things?" he demanded, causing Iris to sigh.

"No, I don't think I'm above needing a hug. The point is that I shouldn't need it!"

Draco considered the statement for a moment. Rising up on an elbow so he could see his mate's face, he said, "That made no sense whatsoever, you know that right?"

Iris groaned in annoyance, it did too make sense. "What I meant was that nothing happened yesterday to make me feel like I'd need a hug," she answered patiently.

Draco merely shrugged and snuggled back down. "Then I guess the two of us will have to agree to disagree," was all he said, pulling Iris close for some more basking.

Iris wasn't sure how she felt about that, but she was too comfortable to make a fuss so she too snuggled down and drowsed for a few more minutes.

The alarm clock put an end to their lay in when it went off a few minutes later, causing Iris to start, and Draco to almost jump out of his skin.

"Salazar and his snakes, what was that?" the blond demanded when he had gotten his wildly beating heart somewhat under control.

"That was my alarm clock," Iris replied with a grin.

"That thing could wake the dead!" Draco complained, "Are you that much of a hard sleeper?"

"Ron gave it to me last Christmas; he said they were sick and tired of trying to wake me up in the mornings. I'm usually a light sleeper, but what with the visions and the nightmares I suffered from last year, once I was asleep, I tended to stay asleep," Iris said somewhat sheepishly, crawling out of the bed.

Draco merely snorted, but made a mental note to get Iris a new clock. One that didn't give you a heart attack while wakening you up. Stretching, the blond got up out of bed as well and headed into his own bedroom to get ready for new day. A hot shower did wonders to wake him up fully and he looked through the clothes his father had bought the previous day, finally deciding on the set made in lilac, finishing off the ensemble with an off-white turtleneck.