To Dare You

Chapter Five

"Is this all you do?" Harry shivered. "You lay on the beach, in the middle of winter? And you don't get cold?" He laughed nervously. It was quite weird and uncomfortable to lay on the beach next to your enemy, especially when your enemy is acting like your friend.

"No, Potter, I really just want to torture you," He looked at the shivering Harry. He was obviously shivering for another reason, other than cold. "Merlin, would you be more comfortable if I was a ferret?" He asked.

"Maybe, its not everyday I lay on the beach in the cold with my enemy, is it?" He asked as Draco turned into a ferret and sat on Harry's chest. He laughed as Draco squeaked in a sigh.

He lay down and looked at Harry's face. "God, those eyes are so pretty," He squeaked. Squeaked. Good think he wasn't as Draco, or he would've been in deep shit.

"I mean, It is kind of nice," He admitted. "As much as this is nice, can we go?" Harry laughed as Draco slumped back and let out a long squeak.

He nodded in agreement and hopped on Harry's shoulder just as he stood up.

"Hogsmeade?" Harry asked, almost toppling over into the lake as Draco jumped on his shoulder, a way to say yes. "Okay, let's go." he laughed, and began walking over the bridge.

* * *

Wood polish, Harry thought as they walked by a broom shop.

Harry, smells like Harry, Draco thought, taking a whiff of the scent then unconsciously sniffing Harry. Vanilla too, He sniffed him some more.

"Merlin, Draco!" Harry exclaimed as Draco sniffed more.

He bowed his head apologetically, and pointed to the three broomsticks.

"Sure," Harry shrugged, opening the door and relaxing as a wave of heat hit him. He found a table at the end of the store and sat down, placing Draco on the table across from him.

Draco turned into himself when no one was watching, and laughed at Harry's glare.

"Having lunch with Malfoy," Harry grumbled.

Madame Rosmerta walked up to them as Draco laughed again. She took their orders and stumbled off to another table.

"Ferret?" Draco chuckled.

"Please do,"

Draco quickly turned into a ferret and realized he couldn't jump onto the table from the bench just as quickly. This time Harry laughed and he scooped him up, placing him on the table. "You know, you are pretty cute as a ferret." He pet the animal and Draco purred. Draco fucking Malfoy purred.

Harry giggled like an idiot but kept on stroking the ferrets back and giving him belly rubs.

Madame Rosmerta came back with their food, two sandwiches each, and two butterbeers. "Where's your friend?" She asked, scanning the room, looking for Draco's blonde hair.

"He went to pick something up from Honeydukes," He made up, stopping to pet him. "He'll be back in a minute or two." He didn't know why she had asked, but he felt proud of his lies.

She nodded and left them to it.

Draco looked quite mad Harry stopped petting him, which was hilarious to Harry. He glared as Harry spoke. "Malfoy- I'm still your enemy I can't treat you too good-"

Draco sighed and began eating his food, looking over at Harry's green orbs and melting. He was sure his eyes had gone glassy and he fell into his sandwich, because Harry was shaking him, and he was sitting on something very cushiony.

"Draco!" Harry hissed. "Everyone is looking at us!" Harry shook him again, bringing Draco's consciousness back.

He squeaked and took in what was happening, and hissed at everyone. That got everyone to look away - quick. As Harry ate, he hissed at everyone who lay eyes on him. My Harry, he thought. All mine.

"Come on Draco, let's go." Harry sighed, pushing his plate away. He stood up and scooped Draco up, placing him on his shoulder. He walked out of the shop, shivering when the cold air struck him.

As they trudged up to Hogwarts, Draco, being to cold for his liking, hopped onto Harrys head, and paced around a couple of times before comfortably sitting down, his head touching his warm belly.

Harry could only smile as he felt the little ring of warmth on his head.

* * *

Draco clawed at Harry's back.

Harry smiled, but refused to pick up his head from the small table in the common room. "Stop-" He groaned as Draco pawed again, and again, and again. "Draco, stop!" Harry couldn't lie; the ferret was very cute, from his little pink paws and his snow white fur, to his beautiful grey eyes and wet little nose.

Draco, not giving up, hopped onto the table in front of his shoulder and next to his head, and began licking his shoulder sweetly with his rough-but-tiny-and-pink-and-cute tongue.

"Draco, stop..." Harry yawned. Giving in, he sat up, having Draco get flung away. Wait- if Draco just licked him- which is weird as it is- didn't he technically kiss Harry? Several times? Harry blushed at the thought. Like, deep blush.

I love you, Draco thought, licking Harry again.

"Draco, Merlin!" Harry yelled, but a deep blush still coated his cheeks.

Draco, taken a back, slumped back glumly and curled into a ball, knowing the chosen one would never choose him. He felt a tear slip down his cheek, and hid it with his paw.

Luckily for Harry, and unluckily for Draco, Harry saw and picked up the trembling animal. "I- no, Draco, please, I- I didn't mean it like that." Draco, having found Harry's soft spot, couldn't be mad or sad, but he still looked at harry with wet eyes. "I'm sorry." Harry apologized, and hug the small animal. Harry himself could feel a tear forming In his eyes, but shook it away. Harry didn't know how to cheer the human-animal up but one way, which he really wasn't too enthusiastic about. In fact, he was very unenthusiastic. But, if it meant Draco not crying, consider it done.

What? Draco thought as Harry set him down on the couch. Harry, I don't want you to leave- he began thinking, but got stopped by a purr emitting from his mouth.

Harry picked up the ferret again, and placing Draco on his knee he pet him, and even grasped his two ears and pet them behind, almost massaging the bloody things.

Draco dooked happily, and that was it for Harry. He would do anything to pet him again.

A/N: Okay, I'm sorry, I'm not trying to rush, ok? I very well promise during truth or dare there will be... stuff.