Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

The Ferret's Nest

top!Harry

bottom!Draco

author: loveglowsinthedark ( on ao3)

I love this story SO much like you guys dont even understand 😭💕

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"POTTER!"

A pause.

"POTTER! COME OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!"

Harry finally shuffled out of the bedroom, toothbrush in his mouth, toothpaste on the corners of his lips and one smear on his chin. His glasses were crooked on his nose and he was squinting against the bright yellow of the sunlight pouring into the living room. His hair was absolutely beyond help.

He was also shirtless, clad only in joggers, and his hip bones distracted Draco long enough for Harry to pull his toothbrush out of his mouth to ask thickly through a mouthful of foam, "Wha'?"

Draco stood under the archway of the kitchen entrance, arms akimbo and his face pink with anger. "Look at this," he hissed, pointing at something in the direction of the table inside the kitchen.

Harry ambled over and Draco, despite his fury, reluctantly and furtively admired the way his muscles moved, his various tattoos seeming to dance over his skin. But when Harry entered the kitchen and snorted in amusement – emitting a spray of foam – Draco gnashed his teeth and kicked him in the shin.

"He did this!" Draco yelled, gesturing wildly at the scene in front of them. "He fucking did this!"

Atop the table, a two litre bottle of pumpkin juice lay on its side, its contents spread across the round expanse of teak, dripping off the edge at various points. The Daily Prophet, opened to page six, was plastered onto the table, completely soaked in juice. A steady trickle of juice dripped onto Draco's chair; Harry's chair, however, was clean.

On the floor, casually lapping at the largest puddle, was a long, extremely fluffy, snow white ferret, its pink ears and nose wiggling every few seconds.

"Stop encouraging this behaviour!" Draco shouted, pointing as though the scene wasn't self-explanatory. Harry turned to him, hands held up in a helpless gesture, his mouth, pursed around his toothbrush, quivering with the grin he was holding back.

"Ah din' encou'ge!" he garbled, shaking his head, tangled locks of hair jumping.

"You never do anything when he behaves badly," Draco said heatedly despite the fact that he was beginning to feel stupid already.

Because the next second, Harry waved his hand in a broad circle over the mess and wandlessly cleaned it up. The newspaper still looked a bit damp but the furniture was spotless and the cream kitchen tiles sparkled.

Immediately, though, the ferret set up a round of extremely indignant chattering, falling onto its back and rolling over once before scuttling off to his cage in a temper, his little paws slipping on the smooth floor.

"Fucking ferret," Draco muttered, elbowing Harry aside and reaching for the empty bottle of juice. "I'll kill it one day," he added sotto voce as Harry calmly resumed brushing his teeth, green eyes twinkling with mirth, irritating Draco even more.

And then Harry reached out and grabbed Draco's bum, filling his hand with one round cheek and squeezing it. Yelping in startlement, Draco turned around and raised a hand to slap his arm but Harry had already slipped away, chortling through a mouthful of toothpaste, the lines of the tattoo across the muscles of his broad back glowing golden in the sunlight.