To Dare You

Chapter Forty-two

"Harry, you gotta fucking eat!" Draco nudged him as he stared at his full platter of food at dinner. They were one of the few who stayed over for winter break. Draco had told his parents that he had some important stuff to do, which bought him until Christmas, which was less than four days. After that, he had to leave for only a week, then he'd go back. His family obviously didn't know about the two, for some weird but yet amazing reason.

"Draco-" Harry whined, pushing his food around.

"No Draco," He told him sternly. "Not until after you eat some of your food love, please, just a bit," He pleaded, lightly tilting Harry's chin up to face him.

The teachers just store at the couple while eating, not that something was different- well, yeah, who would expect sworn enemies to date, let alone, two boys? Yeah, people thought in the way that the two were homos. Some blankly stared, and some grinned that they had won the bet, even weeks after doing so.

Harry sighed. "I can't say no?"

"You are correct, Scarhead." Draco smiled gently, melting Harry's heart at once.

He nibbled on some sweet potatoes, chewing an excessive amount. He gulped with a strained look, glaring as Draco fed him more food.

"Good," Draco grinned, kissing his forehead.

Harry groaned as his stomach churned and he wrapped his arms around Draco's waist, hiding his face in his neck, only drawing more people's attention. "Sick," He strained, voice muffled by Draco's warm and tender skin.

"I'm sorry love," Draco whispered, kissing his forehead again. "But you have to eat Harry, you know this."

"Sick," He repeated, tightening his grip with a small squeak.

"Hang on Harry," Draco caressed his cheek lightly, and practically inhaled the last bit of his food, but yet so un-messily and elegantly. "Come on, we can go now." He stood up, lightly pulling Harry with him, glaring at some mumbling students as he practically carried his boyfriend out. "You okay love?" He asked, setting him down on the bed gently. Even though they weren't entwined, they still shared a bed. They were dating, so.

Harry nodded weakly, food churning.

"Let's get you changed," Draco raised his eyebrows for no reason and opened the boy's dresser. Too many onesies in store for him. "You are going to wear this," He pointed to the ferret onesie, frowning when Harry didn't even shake his head. He tenderly slipped off Harry's clothes and dressed him in the warm onesie, which looked so cute it could have been sinful. "Now you're my little ferret," Draco mused, plopping down next to him, nosing his cheek.

"Ferret," Harry giggled.

Draco might have misunderstood, either he was talking about the onesie or him, but he turned into his ferret form, yet again cautiously, and hopped onto harry's shoulder, but from inside of his onesie hoodie, so he was wrapped in the fluffy material as he licked Harry's neck and ear tactically.

"Ferret," Harry giggled again, but from pleasure, and began massaging his ears as he licked. "I love you, Draco." He whispered, closing his eyes.

Draco squeaked in the same manner and gave him a last little but sensual kitten lick on his ear and curled up, cuddling closer to Harry, dooking when Harry laughed at the fluffy coat of fur pressing into his neck.

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"Mornin' Draco," Harry smiled, caressing the ferret's cheek lightly. You could also say tried to caress his cheek, the thing was tiny. The ferret had slept in the same place, inside of Harry's too-large onesie on his shoulder.

Draco dooked sleepily, and turned around and let out a soft snore, patting his shoulder.

"Dra- co," Harry sang amusedly. "Come on, it's almost the afternoon, merlin, it's almost afternoon!" At that, he surprised himself. "Whoa. Well," Back to pissing people and animals off. "Dra- co! Come on!" He rubbed the sleeping ferret's warm belly.

He chittered, nipping at his shoulder.

"Dr- ouch!" Harry glared at the unseen ferret and scooped him up, looking him directly in the beady yet cute silver eyes of liquid mercury.

Chitter. Draco nuzzled his face into Harry's hand.

"No, not now you stubborn ferret, I've endured you waking me up so now I'm waking you!" He chuckled at his so-called logic and massaged the ferret's ears to try to wake him.

Well, he managed to get a squeak and chitter of pleasure, but the thing still sat, nuzzling his head into Harry's hand.

"Draco!" Screaming always worked with Draco. Not that he was mad, but it was the only way, as cruel as it was.

Draco looked up at him, standing up with paws limply in the air, and he began to cry, full-on tears, letting out sad chitters and dooks.

"No, Draco, love, I'm sorry, please-" He had forgotten how sad and depressing it was to watch Draco cry. "Love, I'm sorry, you can go back to sleep!"

Draco continued to cry, much to human Draco's utter horror, and he sat down, licking Harry's hand sadly.

Why he always resorted to licking, even when he was crying his heart out? Who fucking knows. "Draco," Harry held the whimpering ferret to him, stroking his back and kissing him gently.

He stopped crying and hopped onto Harry's shoulder, not to sleep, but just to lick his ears and nip at his neck. Why not?

"I love you," Harry whispered, still feeling very much sad at the sight.

Draco nipped at his neck.

"Fu-" He mumbled.

Draco squeaked when he heard and began licking his neck rapidly, letting out apologetic chitters and sad squeaks.

"Love, it's okay," Harry laughed, scooping him up.

Draco nuzzled his head into Harry's hand again, licking.

A/N: No A/N.