To Dare You

Chapter Eight

So fluffy, the now obsessed ferret pat Harry's hair, stroking it and lightly pulling on it every once in a while. So floofy, so smooth.

The brunette boy jumped as Draco pulled lightly on his hair. More of a yank. "Mate, stop! That hurts!"

Draco bowed his head in shame, but Harry could not see. He didn't mind though, he said it more of a joking way. He continued patting and caressing Harry's hair as they arrived in the dungeons.

"Mr. Potter..." Snape drawled. As much as he wanted to, he couldn't punish the boy for being late as he was, indeed, five minutes early. "I see you brought a... pet."

Draco stared in horror. How does Snape know its me? He asked himself as he went rigid.

"Yes." Harry stated, standing at his spot. Harry knew Snape could see it was Draco, but ignores his stares anyways. He sighed as the Gryffindor's filed in. Thank god its an only Gryffindor class today.

Ron just grinned at Harry. "Do you like Malfoy?" He whispered as Snape went to yell at Neville.

"Uh," He blushed slightly, but hoped he couldn't see with the darkness that was lingering in the class. "No? You think I'd like that fucking git?" He asked.

Draco's ears perked up and he looked at Harry, tears welling. Draco you prat, he just said that to the weasel because he doesn't want anyone to know. He thought. But what if he's telling the truth? The only reason he sat on my lap yesterday was because it was a dare. But he liked it? No. Draco, he wouldn't like you, he wouldn't think you are cute. No Malfoy's are cute.

"Good point. Sorry, 'mione and I were just- hmph!"

"Ronald!" Hermione covered his mouth with her hand before he could continue. "He was just saying, we were just wondering, nothing else. Nothing like we were ship-"

This time Ron slammed his hand on her mouth.

Harry just stared.

"Yeah, we'll just go..." Ron pointed behind him and dragged Hermione behind him.

"Okay..." Harry shook his head lightly and looked up and Snape who had just begun talking.

"Today, blah, blah, blah... potions, homework, blah, blah, blah..."

Harry sighed with boredom as Snape blabbed.

"Blah, blah... Amortentia, bla-"

Shit. Harry thought. Amortentia. The most powerful love potion. Shit, shit, shit. As Harry swore to himself and slapped his own face multiple times, Draco just sighed a squeak and thought of vanilla, tarts, and Harry.

"Mr. Potter," Snape sneered. "Would you repeat to the class what I just said?"

"Uh, Amortentia?" Harry laughed nervously.

"Since Mr. Potter here seems to be obligated, I will state what i said again." Snape sighed. "Amortentia is the strongest love potion in the world. If one smells it, it shall portray the smell of the one they are attracted to. You will brew it today," He paused to make sure Harry was listening.

He was.

"And as a consequence, you will tell the entire class what you smell."

"Fair enough," Harry mumbled as Snape order them to begin.

Harry looked down at his cauldron full of water. Ashwinder egg, he remembered, stumbling to the potions cabinet. 

As Harry rummaged for the eggs, Draco pat his fluffy hair again, smoothing it and ruffling it, over and over again. Malfoy's aren't cute. His thought kept on coming back, and he found himself, smoothing and ruffling faster. Malfoy's aren't cute. Malfoy's can't be cute.

Ruffle. Smooth. Ruffle. Smooth.

"Ah h- ow! Mal- Silver!" He squeaked as Draco, yet again, pulled his hair. Harry almost dropped the egg, but thank Merlin he didn't.

Draco just squeaked glumly.

Harry dropped the egg into the potion, and immediately, the egg dissolved, giving the potion a sickening green color. He grimaced and dropped the one rose thorn in, and the potion turned a milky pink. "Could be worse," Harry shrugged as he rummaged for the moonstone powder underneath his countertop. Finding the silvery-white powder, he looked back at his book.

How much Draco wished Harry liked him the way he did. He curled up on Harry's head and play with a little bundle of hair, trying his best not to pull on it. Ruffle. Smooth. Ruffle. Smooth. Draco even braided the brunettes hair, but finding it quite hard with his tiny fingers. He lay on his back and his tongue hung out of his mouth, his little paws sticking out.

As Harry walked back to the cabinet for the millionth time, he walked passed a mirror and saw the cute ferret, and couldn't help but tickle his little belly.

Draco purred and wrapped his front paws around Harry's finger, nibbling it affectionately. He went to pat it as soon as he removed his hands, but found the finger no longer there. Missions the attention, tears welled up in his eyes. You bloody arse, this is Harry Potter, Harry bloody Potter, Malfoy's do not cry over anyone, and definitely not Potters. But this was his crush... no. Yes? No. Yes. Harry was his.

As he threw in the moon powder, pearl dust, and peppermint, the potion turned a warm, shimmering green color. He sighed as the smell of vanilla, hair gel, some sort of wood, and green apples. Malfoy. He sighed again. Wait. Malfoy?! He smelled the fucking arse? "Shit." He mumbled, but went in for another whiff.

Draco, meanwhile, just smelled and fell off Harry's head.

"Uh... Sliver?" Harry asked as everyone stared and Snape sneered. "Silver." He hissed as the ferret just lay there, his eyes glassed.

Draco could see nothing, and he didn't need to, he could smell Harry. He was sure he was practically going insane, and so was Harry.

Harry scooped the limp ferret up, genuinely worried.

"Mr. Potter, seeming as everyone is done, why don't you tell us what you smell?" Snape stared at Draco with a look of malice.

"Uh, sure, yeah," Harry set the animal on the table, still eying the ferret oddly. "Uhm, I smell peppermint, hot cocoa, and, uh, rainy days?" He lied.

Snape had no proof he was, so he growled dissaprovingly and continuted teaching about the potion.

"Silver!" Harry nudged Draco, bringing him back to his senses.

He purred and dooked, nuzzling Harry's warm hand. He rubbed his face on Harry's hand, blushing madly. Mine. He thought again. As much as he said it, and as much as he himself annoyed himself, Harry was his for now. Since Harry was helping him out, draco would as well, by protecting him, even if Harry didn't want it, his beautiful green orbs could differ.

"Silver, you can stop now?" Harry told him, quite uncomfortable as his enemy, as a ferret, hugged his finger and rubbed him belly on his palm as he lay on his back on his other hand. 

Draco didn't.

"Silver. Stop." As much as Harry would like to drop the ferret, that was a bit to harsh. He quickly pulled the hand Draco was hugging away. 

Draco looked at his angry face sadly, and looked away.

Thank merlin nobody was watching, becasue as Harry tried to calm Draco down tears welled in his eyes, a couple slipping as he sadly hugged Harry's finger, again. 

But Harry didnt mind much. Still annoying, though. Harry smiled as Draco stop sniffling and cuddled his hand, not being an arse this time, and only cuddling one hand, so he could still use the other to take notes as Snape drawled the rest of class.

A/N: Aughh, I can't explain how much I want to write a whole chapter of them snuggling, but kind of weird as he's a ferret, and even weirder as Malfoy... ahhh!! The pain!