"Ready for class?" Harry asked, ruffling Draco's still-wet-from-showering hair.
"Well, not anymore." He huffed, smoothing down his hair with a glare. A mirror popped up in front of him, hovering as Draco re-styled his hair.
"One more thing," Harry squeaked, taking out his wand, crafting a small yellow flower like the ones they had found earlier. He grinned at the flower and tucked it behind his ear. "There, you look, cute. And people will believe us more."
"Fine," Draco glared again. "Fuck you."
"Thanks, now let's go!" Harry led him out of the portrait hole, going straight to potions class. And as if Merlin himself had cursed him, he had double potions.
"You're late," Snape mused, staring quite confusingly at the couple. It was no doubt he had seen everything, from the love potions to Harry quite literally shaking the walls when someone insulted Draco.
"Sir, we are five minutes ea-" Harry began.
"I don't care," He snarled. "Twenty-five points from Gryffindor."
"Sev, please be nice to Harry," Draco pleaded as Severus yelled at the shorter more, even throwing in an insult about his dead father or about being a fag.
"And... why would I?" He asked.
"Because he's my boyfriend," Draco told him, puffing his chest.
"Does it look like I care?"
"Draco, I- it's okay, really." Harry pulled him away, sitting down at their desk.
* * *
"Veritaserum," Harry sighed as Severus explained the properties of the colorless, odorless, but yet lethal potion with a snarl.
"Right it is, Mr. Potter." Snape agreed. "You will be recreating this serum, and whoever does the worst," his eyes flickered to Harry. "Will drink it and answer any question from... me."
"'Course." Draco got all of the ingredients from under the table and began to throw them into the cauldron.
"Draco! You put the tongue in before the thorns, right?" Harry asked, not being able to process the speed the taller had.
"Yes, Haz, don't question me," He looked offended. "Even if we are the worst, we have one lunar phase before we have to say something." Draco laughed at Harry's face of horror.
"Still! Wh-"
"Silence! Twenty points from Gryffindor." Snape warned.
"Merlin." Harry scanned his book, sighing in relief as he saw that the blonde had in fact done it right. "You were right," Harry giggled quietly and pecked his cheek, as quite a few were looking at the two.
"Of course I was," Draco grinned as the boy kissed him, cheeks flushing redder than the color of blood. But - they were still faking, which hurt, quite a bit.
* * *
"We get to keep him?" Harry exclaimed as they transfigured a teacup into a ferret, one identical to Draco. He grinned when McGonagall nodded curtly.
A recipe for disaster, on Draco's side.
"Yay!" Harry laughed, petting him and placing him on Draco's reserved spot in his shoulder.
* * *
Draco dooked sadly as he watched Harry pet and cuddle the other white ferret, which he had actually named Silver. As if he couldn't copy him enough!
And then.
The fucking ferret licked Harry's face as Draco did.
Draco hissed, clawing at the slightly smaller ferret, protecting Harry and licking the spots where the other's foul mouth had been. He growled at Silver as he tried to come back up, pushing him off. Hiss.
"Draco, what the hell!" Harry picked Silver up, kissing his forehead and cleaning his wounds up with a flick of the wand. "What is your problem?"
Draco bowed his head in apologies and scurried off, crying harder than ever. Harry had yelled at him. Not on accident, nor directed to another, actually at him. He watched, quite more than sad as Harry caressed the non-human Ferret with such care - it was almost like he had never acted like that towards him.
"I'm sorry about him. I don't even know why I'm talking to you," Harry smiled sadly as Silver trembled in his hands, tail flicking around sadly. Silver dooked, not happily or sadly, just a dook, as he wasn't human. "Just ignore him." He kissed his forehead again, laying him on his lap, rubbing his belly.
Draco hissed quietly, hiding behind the wall above the staircase, a puddle of tears sitting beneath him.
"Come on Sil, let's go to bed," Harry walked up the stairs, Silver on his shoulder, grasping his neck. He glared at the crying Draco as he passed, sending the white in more tears.
He even had fucking nicknames for the arse. Draco padded softly into the room after an hour, his paws and tail shaking sadly as he saw Harry sleeping peacefully, Silver cuddled up to his chest. He hopped onto Harry's chest, kicking Silver off with a smirk, licking the brunettes jaw happily before curling up and sleeping.
* * *
"You're so childish Draco!" Harry screamed as he picked up Silver, who was quite unconscious after hitting his head. "Would you stop fucking around?!" He examined for any wounds.
Draco squealed sadly as he saw Harry, disappointed, at him.
"Fuck you," He growled as he rushed out.
Magnetizing to Harry. "I'm sorry Haz, really, I was just j-"
"Jealous?!" Harry asked him with a raised tone. "Jealous of what?! Caring for him?" He screamed, running to the hospital wing.
"I- I was jealous of t- the way you were acting towards him, it was really just caring and affectionate and- well, different from me. A- and you seemed like you were replacing me..." Draco explained as Harry stopped, staring at him with watery eyes, holding the unconscious ferret.
"Draco." Harry softened his tone slightly. "You know I would never replace you, right? And did you even stop to think I'm being the same way, and just cared for him more at the moment because you deadass hurt him?" He returned to his angered state.
"I- I'm sorry," He repeated.
Harry continued to walk, bursting into the wing.
"What may I do for y-"
"Please, help my pet, h- he hit his head I think," Harry told her quickly, laying him on the cot. "He," He pointed at Draco. "Did it."
"I'll see what I can do." She nodded. "But I haven't had much experience in animals, but we'll see." She examined the ferret.
Harry nodded, not flickering his gaze from the limp form of Silver.
"I'm sorry." Draco repeated.
Harry glared at him.
A/N: Ooh the angst!! Haha! I hope you like the addition of the real Silver, not Draco. SHould he be okay or not- help me, I dunno!
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To Dare You
FanfictionIn the 8th year at Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy asks Harry to do a simple game of Truth or Dare. (Dead Voldemort, not many mentions, no death eaters in books [mentions], none of that.) "What- no, I will not play truth or dare with you, Malfoy. I'm not stu...