To Dare You

Chapter Twenty-one

"I'm bored, Dray," Harry whined as they sat on their bed, doing absolutely nothing. Nothing at all. Even massaging the dumb ferret would be more fun then doing nothing, and that was an overstatement.

"Sucks to be you," Draco drawled as he began to style his hair, making it look like a mop of fuzz. A mirror floated in front of him so he could see what he was doing, but either way it would have turned put good.

"Rude." Harry hadn't seen the ferret in a couple of days, and couldn't help but miss the presence of him, either cuddling him, caressing his shaft, warm for, or even how he stood on Harry's shoulder, paw on his head, staring out to the world as though he was a king. Which, he wasn't, very, very, sadly. Not really.

"Holy shit Potter, my hair looks like yours!" He screamed, trying to flatten his hair while panicking.

"Isn't that a good thing?" Harry asked, smirking, receiving a slap from him. "Okay, okay, uh, what in the Merlin am I supposed to do?" Harry asked as Draco screamed again, now slapping his head. "Holy mother of Merlin, Draco, calm down! Just because you ain't a ferret doesn't mean you can go crazy for stupid reasons as a human!" Another slap.

"Harry James Potter, this is not a stupid reason!" He shrieked, staring at him like he was mad.

Well, Draco was back to his usual self, not the lil' ferret he was, even when not an actual ferret. Not that he was cute or anything- oh fuck it, he was cute. Harry still couldn't wrap his mind around the fact he liked the boy, but also could do so at the same time. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry, Merlin! What- ah!"

Draco interrupted him by pulling him to his feet, and dragging him into the bathroom, pulling out his wand and shouting random spells and charms, eventually making himself get a Mohawk, and also colored hair.

"Draco, give me a fucking brush," Harry shrieked as Draco's babbling out him into a very unhappy mood. "Please, now!" He added as Draco stared at his sudden outburst. "Thank you," He smiled, changing emotions completely as a comb appeared in his hand.

"You better not mess up my hair," Draco breathed, basically hyperventilating.

"Shut up, or I will, I swear to Merlin." 

Draco just whimpered.

"Shut up," He repeated smiling, genuinely tired of the boy complaining about his hair - even if this was the first day. He grinned even more as Draco let out another soft sound as he began to comb the silky strands of hair, making his hair fluffy.

"Can I look?" He whined, as Harry blocked the mirror from view.

"Nope, and you need to give me time, does it look like I have two hands to work with?" He laughed, as he continued to style with his non-dominant hand.

"No."

"Exactly." Harry finished, dropping the comb, marveling his masterpiece. Most of his hair puffed up, while the rest lay down, in a perfect gradient, looking practically like his.

"Holy shit, Harry," He mumbled, staring into his reflection.

"I messed up, didnt I?" Harry asked as Draco patted his hair lightly.

"Wha- no? Harry, this is the fucking best my hair has looked! Well, maybe not the best, but one of the best!" He hugged Harry, dragging him out and down the stairs into the common room.

"Thanks," He laughed. "Excited, Malfoy?"

"No, far from it. I'm only excited to show off my beautiful hair, which, you should style your hair like it!" He giggled like an idiot, picking up a comb from the middle of nowhere.

"No..." He whined as Draco smirked, combing his 'rat's nest.'

"Well," He 'stepped' back and admired his work. "Not the worst, but your hair simply doesn't cope," He frowned as some areas of his hair stuck out oddly. "Eh." He conjured a small mirror and it floated in front of Harry's hair.

"Well, no the worst, I g-" He got cut of by Draco squealing in excitement. "Dray, whatever you're doing, no." He stated simply as he picked up his wand.

He conjured another item, a small bunch of yellow flowers, like the ones Harry had put in the platinum blonde hair days before.

He smiled both evilly and fully.

And damn if it wasn't the cutest thing Harry had every seen.

Draco placed a couple above his ear, smiling wider as he saw Harry. "You look so c-" He began. "I mean, you look so c- cowardly?" He made up, avoiding 'cute' and 'charming.'

"Wow, thanks a lot." Harry mumbled, not feeling as sad as he sounded, after all, this would have been normal a month or two back.

"Ugh, I mean to say c- cute." He blurted, hating the look of sadness on Harry's face.

"Huh, thanks." He beamed cutely. "I could say the same to you." He leaned against the taller, smirking at Draco's now cherry red face.

"Harry?' Hermione burst open the door, sending Harry jumping out of Draco's arms. "Ooh, I saw that Harry, are you two-"

"No?" Harry asked, glaring, softening his face as Ron walked in.

"Hey Harry!" He beamed. "Malfoy," He nodded curtly, before pulling Hermione onto to couch next to him, as though an important meeting.

Draco just  glared, sprawling across the couch, legs on Harry's lap, whilst managing to hold his hand.

"Are you okay? We heard about," She paused, looking away nervously. "Cuts." She finished, obviously not what she was going to say. "Sorry Harry, I'm just worried..."

"Fine," Harry smiled, showing her his cut free arms. They still had some scars, but they were all white. He beamed proudly.

Hermione walked over and hugged him, glaring at Draco while doing so, as if reminding him what she had said. Draco just stared. Granger could be scary sometimes.

"Proud of you, mate," Ron smiled as well, patting his shoulder before sitting back down opposite him. 

They just talked about school, missing assignments, and Ron filled them in on the school Drama and rumors, many being about The Ferret and The Chosen One faking being sick so they could cuddle and song each other all day, which they both gagged at. Just normal conversation.

"Oh, Harry," Hermione asked. "Where's Silver? I haven't seen him in a while!"

A/N: Hehe, sorry for this weird chapter, at this point there's no point in writing this, ha! Don't worry, there is *cheesy* stuff coming up in next few chapters. Very, very cheesy.