To Dare You

Chapter Seven

Harry woke up to a lot of 'awww!' "What?" He mumbled, rubbing his eyes. Then he realized, he was in the room of requirement. On Malfoy's lap. Draco Malfoy's lap. And Draco's arms were around his waist. And he had been sleeping- leaning on his chest. "Shit. Sorry." He sleepily mumbled.

"Don't be Potter, you're cute when you sleep." Draco told him softly.

Draco. Draco fucking Malfoy. Draco told him he was cute? Harry did his best to hide his smile and blush, and hoped nobody saw.

"Awwww!" Everyone in the room smiled.

"Potter here is tired, so I'm going to have him walk me to the dungeons." Draco had the smirk back on.

"Come on!" Harry whined as Draco pulled him to his feet. Still half asleep he managed to almost fall twice, and fall three times.

"Night," Harry called as they left the room.

"Potter, walk faster will you?" Draco asked.

"Sorry. Erm, yes." His pace quickened, and before he knew it he was standing in front of the Fat Lady.

"Late, you should be sleeping?" She yawned.

"Yes, yes I should." Harry admitted.

The Fat lady didn't even notice the Slytherin walk in behind him. 

"Draco, ferret." He reminded as he kneeled down. Draco the ferret climbed onto his shoulder and Harry walked into the dorm, kicked off his shoes and lay on the bed. "Good night," He mumbled as he curled up in a ball.

Draco curled in a ball too, next to Harry's face. As Harry's breathing slowed, Draco smiled up at Harry's peaceful and relaxed face. He snuggled closer to Harry and closed his eyes, his paw resting on Harry's chest. And it was cold, so Draco did have a perfect reason if Harry asked. Before he let his sleep take over, he got a smidge closer to Harry, practically on him.

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"Double potions," Harry groaned, rubbing his eyes. "Draco, wake up, double potions!" Harry prodded him, sounding far too happy.

No, I don't want to. I want to stay with you here, Harry. Draco thought, scotching closer to Harry, as he had rolled further away during the night. My Harry. Stay here. Mine. He hugged Harry's arm with his little hands.

"Dra-cooo, wake up!" Harry sat up, flinging Draco off his arm. 

He hissed.

"Ahh, sorry!" Harry smiled and scooped him up, in a surprisingly good mood. In a good enough mood to give Draco his favorite ear-massage-pet-shit. Harry absolutely hated petting Draco or doing something like that, as he could only imagine Draco as a human. 

For Draco, on the other hand, Harry's pets and ear-massage-pet-shit stuff was amazing, and was the closest he could get to cuddling the bloody Potter. He purred contently, and jumped off Harry's hand so he could take a shower.

At least the Malfoy could do that- give him slight privacy. Harry told himself that everyday.

Draco sat slumped on Harry's bed, missing the boy. All of the other Gryffindor's were sleeping, and were probably so tipsy they would all be late to class. His eyes brightened as he saw Harry step out, in jeans and a very soft looking Gryffindor sweater. In fact - so soft he could just-

"Draco!" Harry laughed as Draco pounced on him, hugging him and his sweater.

Smells like Harry. He inhaled the scent of vanilla, warm treacle tarts, wood polish. It was all so- Harry.

Harry placed the ferret in his book bag and practically skipped down to breakfast. It was like him and Draco were almost- overcoming their enemy-hood, but it would still take a while for him to be able to hug the ferret, or just Draco like a friend without it being awkward for him.

Draco's nose peeked out of the bag and his ears perked up excitedly. Tarts. There were tarts. 'Harry tarts.' Treacle tarts! Mine! Harry is all mine! Draco knew in the inside he was crazy about Harry. He even knew from the outside, but Harry was too Harry for him to care. For the time being, Harry was his. And after? Well, still would be his. He looked up at Harry's face happily, and saw his hair. God- It looked better than normal. It stuck up and looked fluffy. What he would do to tug lightly on the strands or lay in the little floof.

Harry was one of the first few at breakfast, which meant he could have some peace before chaos, assuming Draco wouldn't go mad and lick his face or- why did he think that? Harry, wake up! Draco Malfoy is your enemy! You're only being nice to him because you're too nice to have a brain! But he's cute- Harry slammed his hand over his mouth as if he had said his thought out loud. Thank Merlin, he didn't. He's cute! A little ferret, who couldn't call a ferret cute! He relaxed. But his hair... Merlin his hair looked so fluffy. And his lips, they looked so soft, and- "Fuck!" He shouted, slamming his hand over his mouth again, turning a couple of early-walkers heads.

Draco looked at Harry curiously as red bled into his cheeks and his eyes glazed.

That was it. Harry Potter was crushing on Draco. Harry fucking Potter was crushing on Draco fucking Malfoy. Did he like him too? He didn't mind putting his arms around my waist. But it was a dare- no, he likes me. No, he doesn't, he's Malfoy, he'd do that to anyone. Would he though? Yes. No. Yes? No? Merlin, how bad Harry wanted to kiss him.

Draco looked at him genuinely confused.

Well, maybe not kiss, that was too far. At least hug him? And thats what he did, he grabbed the little ferret and hugged him.

Draco turned red, and hug him back. Mine. He thought again. He is so mine.

Harry began to eat some pies. "Hey!" He shouted as Draco took the tart from his mouth and began eating it. "What the fuck? Ew!"

More people looked.

No, not ew. Like kissing Harry! Draco ate it happily.

Harry didn't feel so hungry, and groaned when Draco motioned to his food. "Draco, I already ate a tart!"

Draco shook his head and pushed a plate of food to him.

"No, I am not eating a plate of eggs that is intended for everyone?" He looked at Draco's face. "But I'll eat some," He quickly added, eating the eggs.

If Harry was his, he had to take care of his harry, like he was to Draco. No, Draco, not your harry you bastard, you're insane!

"C'mon Silver, lets go," Harry scooped him up as people began filing into the hall. "Draco, don't do that." Harry warned as Draco ran around inside his bag, chasing his tail. He sighed as he picked him up, this time sitting him on his head, seeing him look at it all breakfast.

A/N: Good enough shit for now? Hope so! -LydsInterruptedMe