To Dare You

Chapter Twenty-two

"Uhh, I'll go get him!" Harry exclaimed, nervously jumping onto his feet and rushing up to the dorms, Draco being dragged behind him. "What do we do?" Harry asked exasperatedly as Draco caught his breath. "Oh, what do we do?!"

"Uhhh, how about I turn into Silver and go down there, and come back up and I can be human again?" He suggested slowly. "And then they will see me..."

"Sure, hurry!" Harry exclaimed, tearing his hand trough his hair right before Draco turned into the fuzz ball.

He squeaked happily and ran down, hissing at the two. Just as quickly, he ran back up, hopping into Harry's arms and snuggling him, really not trying to, just like he tried not to cry.

"You know Malfoy, I said hurry for everything, not just you running down there, so you can stop cuddling me," he groaned as Draco licked his throat. "Seriously, I don't really, care, if you cry." He sighed as Draco kept on nuzzling him, stopping at his harsh words and taking a step back onto the end of his shoulder, staring at him with a sad look. "Look, sorry, I'm not, uh, used to this," He admitted as Draco started at him with heartbroken eyes.

Draco just let a tear slip and hugged him again, clutching onto his back, leaving red scratches.

"Oi, is Malfoy hexing you?" Ron bellowed as they stayed in the position to what seemed like ages. "It's been like five minutes!"

"No, sorry, coming now." Harry removed the ferret from his throat, placing him on the ground.

"Rude." Draco drawled as he turned into his human for, continuing to nuzzle his neck as their hands clasped each other's like magnets. "You're still mine."

Harry blushed. "I'm nobody's," He smirked, bravely speaking as he walked down the stairs with a flustered looking Malfoy.

A/N: Hello! I'm writing the rest of the story, below this at a different time period then above this. The writing after this may be jumbled and badly written - I have very bad acute gastritis (two years now, average is only 1 - 3 months,) and I'm using writing as a way to take my mind off while I'm crying like lil' Draco because my biggest fear is vomiting... not that y'all care, continue reading.

"Are you okay?" Ron glared at the flustered Draco.

"Yep, he was just fixing his hair," He made up in a disgruntled voice, quite surprised that wasn't the actual case. But in truth, Dray was snuggling me.

"Okay..." Ron stared.

"Ronald," Hermione laughed. "Sorry you two, let's just go," She stood up, pulling the glaring redhead with her.

"See you!" Harry called as Hermione mouthed apologies and a 'see you later.'

"Mine," Draco mumbled, Hugging harry from behind, completely forgetting Harry could hear him and he wasn't in his ferret form as usual.

"What?" Harry asked, pretending to not hear. Well, he did, as the arse had practically mumbled it in his fucking ear, that he was so close. He smirked as Draco quickly let go.

"Nothing," He whispered.

"You sure that was nothing? I heard you say something." He giggled.

"Yes, I'm sure Haz." He lay across the couch, head on Harry's lap. "Can we sleep? I'm tired," He yawned.

"I'm not, but you can, it's fucking five in the afternoon already! And we, well, I slept in until like, eleven and did homework." Harry laughed, realizing he kept Draco in bed 'til eleven, unless he scurried away with his paws.

"Exactly, so sleep, you're exhausted!" Draco pouted, looking up at Harry with his liquid-mercury eyes.

"Okay, seriously, Malfoy, no. As much as I'd like to, I'm a good student and I have schoolwork to do," He grumbled, giggling slightly as Draco pouted again.

"Okay, golden boy, he grumbled, closing his eyes.

Harry laughed and used the boy's head as a table, beginning to read his book.

"Rude." Malfoy snarled as he almost shook the book off, as Harry only had one free hand to keep it form doing so.

"Shh, baby Dray, go to sleep," He cooed, grinning. "You won't notice a thing when you do so, and maybe I wont draw on your face if you cooperate." He giggled again as the ferret glared at him, a murder us but also humorous look in his eyes.

"Fuck you."

* * *

"Really Ronald? A love potion? On Malfoy to like Harry?" Hermione snorted, completely avoiding the redheads gaze, hoping not to radiate any... hints. The boy was completely oblivious, and yet still did not know about Draco's fancy over Harry, not Harry's fancy over him, obviously not admitting so.

"Yeah!" He smirked. "It's been like Harry's ignoring us, so its just a small harmful prank."

Hermione couldn't just say no, because normally she would hop on board. "N- ye- argh, Ronald, this is so cruel!" She wined. "But yes, we can. And you are brewing, I'm not helping." He huffed, crossing her arms, laying back on the couch in the common room.

"Deal. Better than nothing, 'mione." He sighed.

* * *

"Draco..." Harry sung, tossing his papers and books off of his new 'table.' Draco had surprisingly fell asleep on his lap, in the same position as hours previous. "Dray!"

Harry just got a small and soft snore in response.

"Draco, get up." Harry couldn't hide it. He liked this blonde. More than a friend. He had known it for a while, but never thought as the boy as his 'official' fancy or anything. He played with his hair, running his hands through the silky strands of platinum blonde hair. He played with the strands happily as Draco let out more soft noises.

"H- Harry?" He asked, eyes fluttering open, his long eyelashes casting shadow s onto his cheeks in the dimmed fire light.

"Yeah?" The shorter caressed his cheek lightly, lost in his eyes of metal.

"Hi." He smiled, sitting up, nuzzling his neck with his head, almost a routine at that point. "Can we go to dinner today? You need to eat, love." He joked at the last word, Harry, secretly hoping he wasn't.

"Sure," Harry continued playing with his fluffy hair, marveling at the smoothness, his arm all messed up in the position they were in, their hands still connected. "Dray, what do you put in your hair?"

"Uh, shampoo and conditioner?" He told him, a questioning look on his face. "Why do you ask Harry?"

"Your hair- it's, its just so-" Harry played with it some more, sighing at the feel. "...fluffy and smooth and silky and soft-"

"Thanks, Harry." Draco laughed, wrapping his arm around his waist comfortably.

A/N: Taking it sloooooow. I know it hurts - same here. Ha! I hope you enjoyed chapter twenty-two. Peace!