To Dare You

Chapter Three

"Sugarplum," He sighed, practically drawling at the Fat Lady. Surprisingly enough, having a ferret on your shoulder got tiring, even if that ferret happened to be only 10 pounds.

Draco hopped off Harry's shoulder onto the plush couch and surveyed his surrounds. Many, many painting and tapestries, he thought as he turned into his human form. "You know Potter, not bad here. Not bad at all." He told him, leaning back and scraping his arms on either side of the couch. One hand so happened to brush Harry's neck, and he blushed.

"Yeah," Harry mumbled.

"And, thanks Potter, I owe you." He laughed.

"After spying on me, and having me being your personal transport? Yeah Malfoy, you really do." He pondered his thoughts for a minute or two. "Oh, I know what you can do."

"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows.

"You can leave it easy on my during truth or dare?"

"Sure Potter, whatever you say," He sighed. He squeaked and turned himself into a ferret, just as Ginny came in the common room. He hissed at her as she walked by, but she had to reaction.

"Hi Harry!" She greeted happily, and pat his shoulder.

"Hi, Ginny!" Harry smiled as Draco hissed again. "This is, uh," He thought for another second. He couldn't go around the school telling everyone his new 'pet' was called Draco. Let alone call him Draco around people. "This is Silver. I found him earlier today, and he really likes me and followed me here!" He made up wildly, holding back a giggle as Draco looked at him with a look between I'm-going-to-kill-you-Potter and a look of thats-actually-a-cute-name.

"Cute!" She exclaimed. "Sorry, gotta go, last minute assignment from yesterday." She ran up the stairs just as Draco hissed again, this time hissing in more of a protective way. A protective way to Harry. Either this was a way of saying thanks, or he was jealous. No, not thanking, he wouldn't do that. He was Draco bloody Malfoy. And jealousy? No, why would he jealous? Why would he be jealous about 'Weaslette?' But he-

Draco cut him off with a heart melting dook.

Harry reluctantly picked him up and pet his back. "Wait, what in the Merlin am I doing?" He asked, dropping the ferret on the couch again. "What the fuck?"

"Aww, you're no fun Potter." He groaned, his head slumping back. "You want to help me, correct?"

"Incorrect, I'm sadly helping you now. And I also do not."

"Well, if you want to be extra helpful, my back is always a little bit itchy so a little pet won't hurt... In fact, it helps. And you don't know how good it feels." He smirked.

"Fuck you!" Harry laughed, hitting him.

Harry didnt hear what he said, but he mouthed the words that sounded like 'please do.' "I'm sorry, what?"

"I, uh, nothing." He turned a very particular, dark shade of pink, it was almost red.

"God Malfoy." Harry grumbled, closing his eyes. Harry didn't know what, but when he woke up from a small doze, there was something on his shoulder. Something quite warm. He smiled slightly as he looked over and saw Draco the ferret, laying comfortably, small snores emitting him. Believe it or not- Malfoy was quite cute as a ferret, let alone a sleeping ferret. He decided not to wake him.

"Blimey, Harry, where have you been?" Ron asked, bursting through the portrait, closely followed by Hermione. "It's almost dinner!" He talked loud, but not loud enough to wake the little animal.

"Uh, Ron," Harry rubbed his eyes. "I told you to meet me here before dinner?"

"See?!" Hermione told him, hitting him lightly on the head with a book. "I told you he said that."

It was then that Hermione and Ron saw the ferret.

"What is that?" Ron asked while Hermione cooed, "Harry, he's cute, what's his name?"

"Ron, to answer your question," He stood up. "He is a ferret. A cute ferret, for one. I found him earlier today, and he likes me, a lot for some reason. He followed me into here. And 'mione, his name is Silver."

"I mean, he is cute," Ron admitted. "But you can only have an owl, rat, cat, or toad, what if someone catches him?"

"I can easily talk to Dumbledore." Harry smiled and walked out the door with Ron and Hermione.

"I wonder what's for dinner," Ron asked.

"Do you ever stop talking about food?" Hermione asked, hitting him with her book again.

"Ouch, and no!" Ron laughed.

Everyone's head turned to Harry and Silver as they walked down the hall. There was a fair mix of people saying 'aww, he's so cute!' and 'Ew, what an ugly rat.'

Just as the trio sat down, food appeared on the table, mounds of mashed potatoes, platters of steak, turkeys every two feet, pitchers of gravy, a  typical thanksgiving dinner right before Christmas break, and after thanksgiving. Dumbledore was sometimes very hard to understand.

Harry could feel Draco's nose that was tucked in his shoulder start sniffing the food.

Draco stuck his head out from Harry's comfortable shoulder and looked at the mounds of food. He sniffed and squeaked happily.

"Awake, Silver?" Harry asked, sticking a piece of steak with his fork and holding it out to Draco.

He happily munched on the steak, looking at Harry with a look of gratitude. Eventually getting tired of Harry feeding him, he hopped down onto the table and picked up an entire piece of steak and ate it on Harry's shoulder, getting it all greasy.

Harry could just imagine Draco doing his little smirk. "Drac- Silver!!" He whisper-shouted as gravy dripped from his robes. A quick cleaning spell and it was done, but nonetheless Harry began feeding him himself again. He swore Draco looked at him with an apologetic look after he made a mess, but this was a ferret, no telling.

Draco slumped against Harry's neck after a quite large dinner. How harry was still eating, Draco would never know. He curled up and closed his eyes yet again, getting more sleep in the one day then he had in over a week. There was something about Potter that really just... soothed him. He could feel his consciousness slip away as Harry looked at him with those beautiful, forest green eyes.

A/N: Ahh, I'm sorry there's no fun in this chapter! In the next one, I promise there'll be something, at least cuddling!