To Dare You

Chapter Forty-four

A/N: SO like, I just read a Wattpad fanfic with smut (there was no fucking tw,) and there was so much disgusting and like 'bad' stuff in ONE MOTHERF-ING PARAGRAPH, and now I'm vomiting and I feel sick, so this chapter is a completely random one. Sorry if any spelling errors, if you read the book you know I have a fear of vomiting. I WAS EXPECTING NICE INNOCENT FLUFF AND ANGST! TW: A bit of abuse, not saying to who, what if it's not about Harry and Draco? What if it's JUST Harry? I'm just tryna not to spoil. Ok, maybe a lot of abuse.

"I hate you! I don't know why I fucking asked to be your boyfriend!" Harry roared at the cowering ferret, who was peacefully sleeping on his 'boyfriend's' chest.

Draco's eyes welled as he shrunk back, beginning to wail in internal pain, curling up in a ball on the floor as Harry continued to yell.

"I don't know why the fuck I did! And why I forgave you for cheating on me with a rodent!" He spat, kicking the ferret aggressively, a look of sick pleasure on his face as Draco cried in both external and internal pain, teeth gritted as he chittered. He kicked him again as he tried to stand, flinging him onto the other side of the room, hitting the stone wall.

How Draco was miraculously alive? He didn't know. He did in fact have a shitload of broken bones. He looked up at the much, much taller, still wailing as he stood shakily, wrapping his arms around his ankle so he couldn't kick him again.

Harry didn't feel a twinge of guilt for his ex, just questioned his stupid life choices. "Get off you bitch," He growled, picking him up above the scruff so it would pain the albino.

Draco squeaked, falling limp in Harry's grasp.

"Little Slytherin fucker," Harry slammed the door open and threw him over the stone railing, much to his demise, the ferret landing on the plush couch.

* * *

Draco shook and shook, feeling the pain jabbing at his sides, heart aching.

"Draco?" A soft voice asked.

Draco looked up. Dream- nightmare? He thought.

"Dray, love, are you okay? You were shaking and crying and-" Harry began as he caressed his cheek, wiping the fresh tears away with his thumb gently. 

He chittered, happier than ever could be, and pounced onto Harry's face, licking his mouth, ears, neck, everything, taking in the taste of his boyfriend. He dooked, licking and kissing like a madman.

"Hi love," Harry smiled as he hugged him lightly, turning back into his human form. "Are you okay Dray?" He nosed his neck tenderly.

"Perfect, little lion," Draco grinned, kissing Harry passionately, eyes tearing at the dream. He was crazy to think the cub would do that. "I love you so much," He purred.

"Love you more," Harry told him, a bit confused at the normally pale, cold but sometimes good-mood-ed, hard-shelled Draco, which had just turned into blushing and crying, warm and cute, in the best mood known to humankind, and soft. Weird. But Harry wouldn't complain, this was better than he ever could hope for. 

"That's not possible," He murmured, just seeing it was early morning, before dawn. He lay next to Harry and wrapped his legs around the shorters, and pulled him close with his arms as though shielding him, and peppered kisses on the back of his neck.

Harry melted into his arms and shivered in a good way at the touch of Draco's lips, and held Draco's now wrapped-around-him hands tightly.

All Draco could ever hope for and need was in his arms.

* * *

"And It commences, again," Harry sighed in both boredom and excitement, if that was possible, as he awoke to Draco, peppering kisses on his forehead. And he knew that no 'normal' Draco would do it that way.

"Good morning da-" He started, eyes widening happily when he saw Harry was awake.

"No! Don't even call me it!" He exclaimed, only excited about dressing him, not about the names he got called. Turns out the nightmare had practically broken him and he was now a huge softie.

"Sowwy Hawwy," Draco mumbled shrinking back.

"No love, don't be, it's okay, Harry overreacted," He spoke quikly.

Draco grinned. "Can d- Hawwy give bath to Dwaco?" He babbled, already hopping onto Harry, ready for him to pick him up and bathe him.

"Well, can't say no anymore, can I?" He strained as he sat up, picking him up bridal style as he walked over to the bathroom. He wasn't part ferret, much to Harry's sadness, so he was full-weighted.

He giggled as Harry sat him on the corner of the tub, beginning to fill the tub with warm water and bubbled. He babbled, as usual, more 'broken' than Harry thought as he gently slipped his clothes off, troublesomely lowering him into the water, trying not to drop him in full force.

"Are you okay love?" Harry asked as Draco played with the bubbles, concerned about how Draco was suddenly so, so soft and quite worried about him going back to the manor, in this state. He could imagine Draco apparate in while babbling, and fuck up in the middle of whatever Narcissa and Lucius wanted to say and just talk about 'daddy Hawwy.'

"Yeah, Dwaco okay," He giggled as Harry began to tenderly wash him up, a concerned face displayed. "Is Hawwy okay? Hawwy looks wowwied. Why is Hawwy scawed? Did Dwaco do something?" He froze and his eyes welled at the last four words, scared he did something.

"No, no, no my prince, you did nothing!" Harry exclaimed as he rinsed him off with warm water, smiling as less worridly as possible.

"Oh, okay," Draco smiled again.

"My little ferret," Harry laughed as he dressed him in his onesie. It would never get old, ever.

A/N: Lmao, this is crazzzy. Should Draco be like this when he goes back or nooo? Please tell meee!