To Dare You

Chapter Twenty-nine

Lick. Draco smiled to himself.

"God fucking dammit, Dray, stop it!" Harry screamed, half asleep, as Draco licked his forehead. "Oh shit, Dray, sorry!" He exclaimed as Draco began to cry. It was almost all back to normal, Draco would cry and Harry would comfort him - but something wasn't right yet. Something kind of odd. "Shit, shit, shit, stop crying." He coaxed, stroking and petting his back. He pressed a small kiss on his head as the ferret whimpered. It was very, very odd how Draco cried, Harry couldn't help but think he was like this as human.

Draco nestled his head into Harry's neck, purring sadly, yet almost happily.

"By the way," Harry laughed darkly. "I'm still mad at you, just you're a soft spot."

Dray just licked his neck in a way of saying sorry.

"And, by doing the thing I yelled at you for is not really going to help, Dray." Harry laughed, petting his soft and fluffy coat of fur. "But you can do it now, not that's you'd stop if I said you couldn't." He laughed again as Draco licked his jawline. "As much as I don't want you at the same time, and want to yell, I can't look at your depressed face."

And, here we go again, love. Draco squeaked sadly as Harry drunk his medicine; two of the this time, running to the bathroom. He held his hair back as usual, purring his forehead cutely as well.

Harry smiled as Draco licked his forehead in a 'good job' fashion.

"Thanks."

* * *

They could both say they were back to normal. Harry was, as usual, reading books and finishing all of the missing assignments from Severus. Of course, Draco had none, whatsoever. Draco was sitting next to him, not that he had a choice, drawing.

"Dray, that's beautiful," Harry marveled, staring wide-eyed at the image; a portrait of him, a small, beautiful, blonde, certain ferret on his shoulder, licking his jaw. "Really, really beautiful."

"Thanks Haz," Draco laughed. "I- I thought it would be, well, cool to do another portrait with y- you and m- me." He shuddered at the last part, hoping but also not hoping it would come off as weird.

"Yeah, it is." Harry agreed, looking back to his book with a grin.

"Hey Harry?" Draco asked a bit later.

"Mm-hmm?" Harry replied, not looking at all.

"T- this is a very w- weird question, b- but-" He trembled, fumbling with his hands, eyes darting around. He took a deep breath. "I was wonder- wondering if we c- could-"

"Dray, its okay," Harry laughed, tucking the strands of hair strewn around Draco's face behind his ear softly. "Sorry." He mumbled bleakly. "I wanted to see your expression."

"It's okay. Well, people are being, well, ki- kind of unnecessarily rude to me because I'm- I'm friends with y- you, and I want- I'm wondering if you could help me some way."

"If someone is being rude to my Draky-poo, I'll do anything." He smiled jokingly, pinching the blondes cheek like you would do to a very cute baby. "But to be serious, what are they saying?"

He blushed before going pale again, speaking. "W- well, they are calling me a fag-"

"And you're acting like you didn't?" Harry asked. "Uh, sorry, wrong time."

"And they are blaming me, saying you could have done better. All in letters, while you were- g- gone." A small tear appeared in the corner of his eyes. "B- but they aren't saying much because they are scared of y- you."

"Let's date then." Harry responded blankly. "Fake dating. So they'll be scared. Of me. More."

"U- uh, are you s- sure?" Draco asked, stating at him with a cross of amazement and confusion. "I mean, it would work."

"Sure," Harry blushed deeply. "I think it would, love."

Draco blushed even more. "Okay. Thanks, Harry, I owe you, f- for everything." He hugged him one handed, pecking his cheek lightly with a more prominent blush.

"You can owe me now- you can take care of me when your boyfriend is sick." Harry pouted cutely, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Of course."

* * *

People store as they walked into the dining hall, Harry leaning against Draco in a more than friendly way.

"Harry!" Hermione squealed, eyes darting between the two. "Are you- are you?"

Draco kissed Harry on the lips, sighing internally as his lips collided Harry's silky smooth lips, surprisingly warm. "I guess, my darlin Harry here thought of it." I'll explain later, Granger. He mouthed.

Pansy squealed. "Dray, I'm so proud of you!" Pansy squealed, hugging him from behind.

An older Ravenclaw girl came up to the pair.

"Harry, are you crazy?" She asked, bewildered. "You could have done so much better! And you chose him, out of everyone, in this entire room?" She asked, nodding as collective 'yeah's' followed.

"No, Draco is who I want, now, leave us alone." Harry replied as calm as possible, stroking Draco's back as tears fell.

"Death eater!" Multiple people shouted, including the Ravenclaw girl that stood in front of the two.

Harry stood up, far taller than the now cowering girl. "Don't, ever. Talk about my boyfriend like that, do you fucking understand me?" He roared, pressing his wand to her throat. "Do you?!"

The girl burst into tears as Harry raged at her, screaming at the top of his lungs, the walls now shaking at the-chosen-one's anger. "Y- yes s- s- sir, I- underd- understand- p-please forgive me!" She fell to the ground.

"Leave." Harry commanded.

"Yes!" She scurried away to her table, everyone watching wide eyed, not daring to say another word against Draco or Harry.

"Harry, love, its okay, calm down," Draco stood, stroking his hair lightly as the walls continued to shake. "You're making me worried, please Haz, I'm okay."

Harry calmed at his kinda-boyfriends soothing voice. "Don't worry, these bitches will never talk about you," He murmured. Like it or not, Harry would act like this even if they weren't fake-dating. Complete lost in his thoughts, he was barely realized what he was saying, nor doing.

A/N: Holy motherfucking shit, I've been waiting so fucking long just to write the last part of this chapter, you don't fucking know my joy!