The spell ➤ drarry |COMPLETED|

The Lion

Harry gulped and looked at Malfoy, who looked like he was thinking for something.

"You're staying with me." Malfoy announced suddenly, tugging on Harry's arm and leading him to the Slytherin common room.

"What?" Harry squeaked. "I'll get killed in there!"

Malfoy rolled his eyes. "They won't touch you. If they do then I'll kill them,"

Harry gulped and followed him. "What about my belongings?"

"Do you honestly have something you need?" Malfoy asked as he raised an eyebrow. Harry looked down.

"It's fine, come on." Harry said as he walked faster. Draco stopped and tugged Harry back.

"What do you need. I'll go with you," Malfoy told him. "You are being forced to stay in my room, if you want something from your dorm then get it,"

"It's just something that I sleep with every night," Harry said, his cheeks flaming red.

Malfoy snorted. "You sleep with stuffed animals or something?"

Harry's posture straightened. "Yes. I do. And I want it now." Harry told him almost worriedly. Draco raised an eyebrow and followed him to the Gryffindor common room.

As soon as they got there Harry almost sprinted up the stairs, Draco hot on his heels. Once they got to Harry's dorm, Harry went to his trunk and looked around it frantically. He sighed in relief and pulled out a-

No.

Harry Potter, the Boy who lived, did not have a stuffed lion.

Draco snorted and grabbed onto a bedpost for support. Harry looked at him with a hurt look flashing in his eyes, making Draco shut up and straighten up.

"You... you have a stuffed cat?" Draco asked, trying to keep his laughter in. Harry scowled at him and stormed out of the room. "Potter,"

Harry huffed and kept walking. Draco ran after him to keep the two of them out of any pain.

"Cmon, Potter. It's just that I didn't expect you out of all people to have a stuffed fluffy lion almost the size of my torso in your trunk," Draco told him. He looked at Harry, who looked like he was about to cry. Draco sighed and quickly brought him to his room.

"Potter, honestly, I was just surprised. I couldn't imagine you and a beaten up stuffed animal-"

"Stop making fun of it!" Harry snapped, holding onto it tighter. "And don't touch it or hex it. It's all I have left of my parents,"

"Parents?" Malfoy asked, sitting next to Harry on the bed. Harry only buried his chin into the fluff on the lion.

"Yeah... my mom gave me it when I was a baby. They were certain I was going to be a girl. So when I was born and they found out I was a boy, they gave it to me anyways," Harry mumbled into the pink fur on the lion. "Then they were killed. This is all I have left from them. It has a note hand stitched into it made by my mom and I don't want to loose it. It's important to me,"

"Potter," Draco said quietly. "I'm sorry,"

"Yeah yeah whatever.. you'll just make fun of me later for it. I'm used to it,"

"No, I won't. It's important and I won't tease you for it. Why, are you teased already?" Draco asked. Harry nodded.

"My dorm mates make fun of me because it's a girl animal I guess... They'll say I'm a girl or gay. Either one," Harry mumbled. Draco put his arm around his waist. "And they make fun of it because I kept the name my dad picked out for it, Fluffy,"

"Well, they're all just morons," Draco told Harry, trying to comfort him.

"Yeah they are, they're trying to make being gay an insult. And it isn't, I already am," Harry shot away from Draco. "Oh fuck, don't tell the press! They'll make something up and-"

"Potter. Shut up. I'm not telling anyone. If it makes you feel any better, I'm gay. Like really gay," Draco told him. Harry sat next to Draco again.

"Oh," Harry said. "Well this is will be interesting,"

Draco shrugged. "Eh, it'll have to work,"

Harry nodded and put his lion down reluctantly.

"Potter, I'm not going to take your lion or anything like that," Draco told harry. "I'm just going to move it over here so I can lay down. Is that okay?"

Harry glared at Draco's hand as it hovered over the animal, but nodded anyway. He got up and took his shirt off, leaving him in pajama pants. Draco did the same and climbed into bed.

He handed Harry his lion, and pulled the covers over him. Harry walked over to the chair in his bedroom an transfigure it into a couch, because that's all he knew how to do. He climbed in and instantly whimpered at the pain he felt. He turned over and tried to ignore it.

"Night Malfoy," Harry said, trying not to flinch at the discomfort.

"Draco." Draco corrected.

"Okay... Draco," Harry said. "Harry,"

"Harry." Draco confirmed, shutting his eyes.

Harry nuzzled his face into Fluffy and tried ignoring the pangs of discomfort that ran in his sides, then traveled all over his torso, then went to the rest of his body. The pain was getting unbearable.

"I can't do this," Harry gasped out, shooting off of the couch and sprinting to the bed. He climbed in and let out a breath of relief.

Draco wrapped his arms around Harry's waist and pulled him closer. Harry hummed and put his arms around Draco, putting his lion near his legs.

"I think whatever spell this is acts as a lust type of thing also," Draco told him softly. "That's why we always want to be touching each other,"

"I say we just do what we feel like doing. I don't want you or I to be in pain from this spell," Harry murmured into Draco's hair. Draco nodded and tightened his grip.

"Night," he mumbled.

"Goodnight Draco,"