To Dare You

Chapter Nine

The day went by quicker and better than potions class did - for sure. Exhausted, Harry slumped into a chair in the library, flicking his wand and having books fly to him and open in front of him, floating and turning pages, as the blonde sat on his head, playing with Harry's hair.

"No, no, no!" Harry exclaimed, book after book flying in front of him. His eyes glowed in the candlelight, anger greatly visible behind his lopsided glasses. "Advanced potion making!" He practically shouted as another trash book came. Finally, the book came to him.

Draco frowned as Harrys hair got less and less fluffy as his stroked it. Fluffy. Draco found himself much calmer while in Harry's presence, a lot, lot more when on his head, messing with the brunette's hair. The Malfoy squeaked sadly, jumping off his hair and onto the table where Harry scratched at his notes.

"What is it Malfoy?" Harry asked, not intending to sound annoyed, as he sniffed his finger that was writing on the page.

Draco looked a bit taken aback, but understood. He squeaked sadly again, and nudged his hand with his little wet nose. He dooked.

"Draco, I'm kind of busy," Harry sighed, but nonetheless picked him up, moving him to his left so he could write while unwantinhgly pet his enemy. Merlin, it really was weird.

Draco purred as Harry scratched his belly, patting his hand with his two paws.

"Draco, can I please just do my work?" Harry asked as Draco took ahold of his other hand.

He nodded glumly and sat in Harry's lap as he worked.

* * *

"Draco, god damn it! Stop sleeping all of the time!" Harry prodded him, but he told him in a laughing way instead of an annoyed way.

After a couple of hours, Draco had - of course - fallen asleep in his lap, filling the entire library with soft, annoying-but-cute snores. He had a thing for demanding attention, sleeping, a lot, and  always finding a way to piss Harry off more, even so as a ferret.

Okay, maybe the ferret is cute. Harry thought. But he's still Malfoy. I can treat him, well, okay for the time being, but he's still Malfoy and he's arse wont fucking get up! Harry just shoved him, a little too harshly into his book bag and ran towards the dining hall.

"Hey Harry!" Hermione called, waving him over.

"Hey 'mione." Harry began filling his bowl with stew.

"Where's Silver?" She asked, as Ron stuffed his face and she ate like a normal human being. "I haven't seen him in a while. He actually is very cute, Harry." She smiled.

"Yeah, he is. He's in here," he pointed into his bag. "He'll wake up when he smells the food." Harry told her.

Sure enough,  the ferret poked his head out and squeaked tiredly, hopping into the table waiting to be fed. 

"Hungry?" Harry asked.

He nodded happily, squeaking as Harry got a spoonful of the stew, putting it in front of Draco for him to eat.

"Harry, can you... talk to him?" Her minor asked in awe as they 'spoke.'

"No, why?" Harry's heart beat faster.

"Well, you kind of had a conversation with him." She laughed, sounding genuinely curious as in why Harry was talking to an animal that he apparently couldn't talk to.

"I don't know. It's kind of like we have a... connection?"

"That's cool. I'll look in to it, Harry!" She smiled.

Draco pushed the spoon away as he heard 'connection.' Yeah, mudblood, he's mine. He began to eat directly from the bowl, licking it with little kitten licks, splashing the stew a bit.

Harry ate from the now shared bowl, ignoring the looks some Gryffendor's gave him. "Anyways, Ron, 'mione, Silver and I are going to leave now." He told them as they finished eating dessert. "See you later!" Harry scooped Draco up, placing him on his head while running out.

So fluffy. Draco caressed Harry's head. 

* * *

"Malfoy, what the fuck are you doing?" Harry asked as Draco jumped off his head, onto the floor, tiring into the Malfoy Harry loved and hated.

"Going to Slytherin dorms." He told him. "Pans and Blaise are going to be wondering where I was and am." And I have to ask them something.

"Okay..." Harry watched as the boy limped down the corridor. "Get on my shoulder you git." Harry demanded, having watched enough of Draco's slow pace.

Draco obliged, jumping onto his shoulder as a ferret.

There was something about Draco that was different, from when he was human and when he was in his animagus form,  as both were cute, but human he had worse memories with, which led to a not so nice Harry. But he still was crushing on him.

"Want me to wait here?" He asked, his voice soft.

"Yeah," Draco stepped into the portrait. "Please? Give me 5 minutes." His voice was a whisper at the end.

* * *

"Draco! Where have you been all day?" Pansy asked, hugging him.

Draco secretly wished it was Harry hugging him, with an edged kiss or nibble, for a fact. "Hospital wing." He pointed at his leg. "I've actually got to go in three minutes-"

"Whoa, Draco, don't come in here to say hi then to just leave!" Blaise laughed.

"Zabini." Draco sighed. "My dad." He lied.

"Oh..." Pansy and Blaise looked away from Draco.

"Yeah. Since I've not been here for a while-"

"Tell me about it." Pansy mumbled.

"How about we play truth or dare again? Spiced up? Tomorrow, same time and place?" He asked.

"Yeah!" Pansy smiled. "Can you-" 

"Yeah, I'll tell the Gryffindorks on my way to Dumble-stupid's office."

"Okay. Be careful, Dray." Pansy hugged him.

"Tell that to my dad," he laughed as he limped out to Harry. 

"Potter. You better give me some good cuddles." Draco demanded, blushing right before hopping back onto his head, turning into the white ferret mid air.

Harry blushed more than ever, hoping Draco didn't see.

He saw Harry's blush. God, he's cute and hot at the same time. Draco thought, playing with Harry's hair again.

A/N: Oh, you know shit will go down in t or d next chapter. May include Draco and Harry getting their own dorm... I SAID MAY. And maybe there will be some... stuff... in the chapter after?