To Dare You

Chapter Eleven

"Whoa," Harry breathed as he walked into their dorm, complete with a mini common room, stairs leading to their room, with one bed. Well, the one bed did make sense. The fireplace was dimly lit, setting a light into the common room. I can't believe I'm sharing a bed with Malfoy- god it sounds wrong. And-

"Potter!" Draco hit Harry with their conjoined hand. "I asked if we could shower!"

"What? Uh- sure?" How would they shower? What?

Draco sighed, obviously knowing what Harry was thinking. He dragged him up the stairs into the dorms, and into the quite large bathroom. "I'll go first, and you can stand outside," He told him in a controlling manner.

For some reason, Harry thought that they were friends, but obviously not. "I, uh- okay." Harry turned, facing the wall, as close to the shower as he could so Draco could actually get under the water. With a soft diffindo and repairo, Harry heard Draco's clothes fall onto the ground softly.

After twenty minutes, Draco stepped out, slipping his sleepwear on that he had just 'accio-d' to him. Of course it was silk. "Potter?" He questioned as Harry just stood, his eyes still closed.

"Sorry," He took off his clothes as Draco closed his eyes. He just stood under the running water, thinking of what had just happened. Draco and him had gotten hexed, and gotten their own dorms in a span of less than an hour.

"Potter, it's been twenty minutes, care to hurry?"

"Yeah, sorry!" He slipped out of the shower and slipped into his baggy clothes. "Done." He said, wished he had actually washed his hair instead of just standing under the water.

The dorm was dimly lit by the moonlight, so Draco turned on the beside lamps.

Harry couldn't just not admit, it would be very weird to have to go bed in the same bed as Draco, also with their hands in each others, its not everyday that just happens. They both sat uncomfortably on the bed, Draco on the right, Harry on the left.

"Uh, I always draw before bed, is it okay if I?" Draco asked nervously, opening his drawer on the bedside table and pulling out a notepad and quill.

"Yeah, sure, I'll read," Harry just lay, reading the book, using their conjoined hand to flip through the pages. He didn't read, just thought of how weird everything that just happened was, and how cute Draco looked as he drew, moonlight on his face, making his pale skin and platinum blonde hair glow. He looked over at the drawing; it was beautiful. It also so happened to be Harry, a side profile of him 'reading' his book, his lopsided glasses slipping off his nose. "I- Draco," He started.

"I know, it's bad, and sorry, you were the only person around to draw." He thought of the piles of drawing of Harry under his bed. And because you're the only I want to draw.

"No, Draco you arse, it's beautiful!" Harry exclaimed, blushing.

"Really?" Draco asked, more intent with the fact that Harry called him by his first name when he was a human.

"Yes, Merlin Malfoy, it is!" Harry examined the drawing closer. He noticed Draco drew his hair fluffier, maybe he liked that better? He would do that the following day. He would also never admit, but as much as Draco was hot, he missed the little ferret cuddling him, the warmth of his belly, the padding sounds as he walked, the little wet nose sniffing him, his fluffy tail hitting his neck as he lay. "I'm tired, can I?" He pointed to the lamp on his side, clicking it off when Draco nodded, still in astonishment. "Night, Malfoy." He sighed.

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"What the fuck!" Harry screamed as he woke up to Draco cuddling his side in his sleep, his arms wrapped around his waist and head on his neck. "Draco Lusious Malfoy, what the fuck are you doing?!" Harry screamed even louder as Draco let out a small and cute- wait, not cute- snore wiggling his cute nose- oh fuck it- and cuddling closer to Harry.

No response.

Harry had to admit, it was weird to have someone cuddle you with your own hand too, but since it was Draco, it wasn't- no, shit, it's weird. Especially more when Draco was human. But it wasn't that weird when he was the ferret? Okay, maybe it was.

"Shit, Potter, I'm sorry," Draco jumped awake and tried to pull his right hand away too, but forgot they were conjoined. He blushed a color so deep it was almost black. "I guess I got used to when i was- I was a ferret?" It was only after that he realized that was still very weird and that it didn't help the situation. "Uh, I mean-"

"Malfoy, shut up, I get it." Harry laughed, feeling like this was the point to walk away, but so obviously couldn't, at lone at least. "Don't get to used to it." Harry smirked and winked, a cute lopsided one, Draco thought.

Draco blushed more yet again, and both he and Harry wondered how much more one could blush. "Trust me Potter, I wi- won't." He glared as Harry giggled. It was cute, though. Of course it was, this was Harry bloody James Potter we were talking about. How Draco knew his full name? He stalked more than he should have, but that's another story.

"Someone's nervous!" Harry sung, squeak king when Draco lightly smacked him on his face.

"No!"

"Yuh-huh, you are."

"No, you with Potter!" Draco laughed, a real laugh, full of joy, none of that mock. "Merlin, I need to take a shower before classes, Potter!" He told him, his smile vanishing, a small hint of it left.

"Okay, okay!" Harry giggled as Draco pulled Harry to his feet, dragging him into the bathroom.

"Good mood, Malfoy?" Harry asked, smirking as Draco began pointing his wand at his sleeve, door still wide open, Harry standing right in front of him.

"Maybe, why do you care, Potter?" He shut the door and shoved Harry so he was looking at the wall.

A/N: Sorry for the slow updates! (Not that anyone is reading, if you are, that applies...) I have lots of school, especially online. I'll try to update more! And thanks for 70 reads!