To Dare You

Chapter Forty-six

Harry sighed as he fell onto the bed, hiding his face with a pillow. He already missed Draco's presence, much to his expectance. He was used to being alone, that is, before dating the Malfoy. Now, it was weird to be alone, and so quiet.

Hedwig was on an errand to Gringotts, and wouldn't be back until hours later. Fuck, he was so insanely bored he would even play with Silver if he was in a ferret state.

Just for the fun of it, he turned a galleon into a white ferret that largely resembled Draco. "Hey little one," He smiled tentatively at the small ferret who sat on his bedside table, shaking in fear. He reached his hand out slowly to attempt petting the ferret, but only got a hiss and a squeak of fear. He frowned and held his hand out.

The ferret looked at him, nose twitching before he sniffed his fingers, nosing them wetly.

"Do I get to pet you now?" Harry asked, slowly stroking his back.

The ferret chittered, shaking in fear as Harry lightly stroked him, but relaxed at his touch seconds later. He dooked, but emotionless.

Yeah, Harry missed ferret Draco.

Harry scooped him up gently, placing him on his shoulder slowly. "Okay, or not," He sighed as the ferret hissed, jumping onto Harry's head, curling up and grooming himself.

Normal ferrets sucked. Well, they were pretty cute, but Draco was better than any amount combined.

Harry sighed as he walked out of the dorm and out into the corridors, making sure no one was looking as he ran down the stairs, many of them, and stopping in front of the infamous fruit bowl portrait. Tickling the pear, the ferret's ears perked up and he nosed Harry's forehead happily.

"Yeah, food," Harry grinned as he stepped into the kitchen, greeted by the smells of almost all foods, but had an appetizing smell, not what you'd normally expect. "Dobby?"

The house-elf popped in front of him, wearing small shoes and a patterned pillowcase.

"Yes, Harry Potter? What can Dobby do for Harry Potter?" He grinned widely, bowing.

"Forst, you can just call me Harry," He smiled. "And second, could you get m- us a small platter of raw meat for the ferret, and a couple of sandwiches?" HE asked.

"Of course, anything!" He popped away with a smile.

* * *

Harry had decided to call the albino Snow, for his colors and soft attitude. He considered Draco, but that was too much, and real Draco would be pissed, and would probably kill him.

Snow ate the meat happily as Harry fed him, dooking at the flavors.

"Good?" Harry asked, sounding like an idiot, talking to an actual ferret.

Snow looked up at him and tilted his head, tongue sticking out and paws retracted into his soft coat of fur. He chittered, squeaking confusedly.

"Oh, nothing snow," He laughed, feeding him another piece of raw beef as they sat in the common room, the crackling fire lit, casting orange light onto the two.

Snow hopped onto the plate, tired of getting fed, and began to eat straight from the plate, eating like a monster. 

Harry laughed again, going to stroke the fluffy back, receiving a hiss. Don't touch Dra- Snow while he's eating unless feeding, noted. "Sorry,"

Snow chittered again as an elegant tawny owl swooped in, dropping a letter into his lap and perching on the edge of the couch with a hoot.

"Draco?" Harry exclaimed, fumbling as he opened the envelope with 'Potter' written in beautiful lettering, a small heart on the right side of the name.

Snow bounced away, whimpering as the owl glowered at him, eyes full of boredom.

"Hey," Harry coaxed, picking the frozen ferret up and putting him in his lap, stroking his back, the other occupied opening the letter.

Dear Little Lion, The letter began, causing Harry to giggle. All is well here at the manor. Thankfully, no news had got to them about us. Mother is sick, and I needed to take care of her, as father has business. I will be back in weeks time, I cannot wait to see you, my love. Yours truly, Dray. Harry smiled, accio-ing parchment and quill, ready to reply. He smiled more as he read over his letter, hoping not to sound too depressed and clingy as he massaged Snow's ears, imagining how mad Dray would be if he were to see.

He handed the sealed envelope to the owl, watching as it flew away, Snow's chitters of happiness sounding almost like giggles.

Sounding almost like Draco.

* * *

"Well, Silver, you can sleep on my bed, or-" Harry began, pointing to the bed, just like he did with Draco. "Or you can do that," Harry sighed sadly as snow scurried under the bed with a chitter. Well, talk about more lonely. "Yep."

He climbed into bed, wrapping himself in the covers, curling up into a ball, wishing Draco was there, or really, Snow was there to at least cuddle him or show any affection, seeming as Snow was the only one who could unless Harry wanted Hedwig to murder his face.

* * *

"Holy fuck, Drac- Snow!" Harry screamed, startling the ferret who was scratching and pawing at his face to wake him, opening his eyelid and pawing him directly in the eye. 

Draco would've cried here at his voice, but Snow just looked at him, head tilted, pawing him again with his tongue hanging limply out of his mouth.

"Snow," Harry whined as he sat up, rubbing his eyes. He scooped the ferret up and looked him directly in the eyes, receiving a scratch to the face. "You little fucker!" He exclaimed, mending his wounds as he held the ferret, and I mean held-held, so the ferret could escape nor scratch him. "Snow, little Snowie, Snow White, ferret, Snow," He glared. "You don't do that." Yeah, he looked insane. "No." He wagged his finger at him. As crazy and stupid as it was, it worked, and as Harry sat him down gently, he padded up to him and pat the little scar sadly, licking at it, with a much more ferrety attitude than Draco.

A/N: I hate Silver, Silver was a bitch, I love Snow, Snow is innocent and feisty.