To Dare You

Chapter Fifty-eight

"Morning love," Draco grinned, finding Harry in the same position, cuddled in his lap holding Snow. You could say all of his limbs were tingling and sleeping, and it was annoying Snow was close to Harry, but he was too cute.

"Mm." He shut his eyes even more- if it was possible and tilted his head up cutely for the morning round of snuggles and kisses.

A/N: Hands down the cutest thing I've ever written, omfg- the 'morning round of snuggles and kisses I'm dying rn- and unrelated but some people are calling me Lyds, me name ish not Lyds but is, in fact, TrEe soo...

"Spoiled lion," Draco giggled giddily, peppering kisses all over his face, burying his face into the crook of his neck after.

Harry laughed, massaging the back of Draco's neck gently.

"Is my baby okay?" Draco asked softly, removing his head and propping him up on his lap.

"Hawwy okay," He assured, grinning widely, massaging Snow's fur, setting him down. "Dwaco fewwet? Hawwy wants Dwaco fewwet, not Snowie fewwet."

Draco grinned more than ever, popping into his ferret form and hopping into his neck, licking his ear and nipping happily, making sure not to bite his baby too hard as he dooked and nibbled.

Harry giggled, falling back, scooping the ferret up and peppering him with kisses, handling him with much care.

Draco chittered in pleasure as he got set down on his lap, receiving the best, hands down massage ever. Sadly Harry was back to his normal self, but who cares, who would care, he was getting a massage!

"Enjoying yourself, love?" Harry asked, gently rubbing the tender fur in circles, melting at the long and happy chitters and squeaks.

Draco attempted to nod, obviously still in a trance from the handling.

Harry tickled his paws while still massaging, sending Draco jumping onto his neck, licking and purring like never before.

"Seems like you are," He grinned, taking him in his hands again, rubbing the tender spot under his chin, kissing the spot lightly many times.

Draco purred more, bending his body so his legs and lower body was at the back of his head, enjoying the care.

"That's enough love," Harry laughed, setting him down, malting as Draco turned into a disheveled human form, hair messed up. "Sowwy Dwaco, does Dwaco need more?" He whined, shrinking back.

"No darling, that felt nice," He giggled, pulling him back in his arms, nosing his cheek gently, pressing a firm kiss on the same spot.

"Okay," Harry smiled softly.

"My turn-" He began to tickle Harry's sides.

"N- no, stop it Dwakie!" He giggled, collapsing at the fit of laughter and the almost pain, falling over.

"Nope," He mused, tickling more.

Harry fell of the bed, and, well, er, hit his head.

"Shit," Draco whined, jumping down next to him.

A/N: The second-hand embarassment-not-

"Love, are you okay?" He asked, scooping the cowering Harry up.

"Hawwy thinks so," He murmured, patting the small lump on his head, winching in slight pain.

"I'm so sorry darling, I should have listened, I'm so, so sorry love, did I hurt you?" He caressed the bump lightly, murmuring words and peppering kisses on his boyfriend. "Come on, I'll draw you a bath darling, and we can go out somewhere to make it up for you my beautiful lion,"

"It okay, it okay," Harry murmured, snuggling into Draco as he drew the hot water.

"No, it's not, love, I hurt you, I hurt my darling, I hurt my little lion," He exclaimed, kissing him passionately.

"Oh, ouchie," He mumbled, once again gently patting the bump.

"Don't touch it, love," Draco coaxed, setting him down on the corner of the tub top, brushing his hand away. 

"Owie," He repeated tearfully, looking into Draco's eyes.

"Shh, let me fix it for you," He was completely unconscious to the fact he had magic- and could fix it. "It may sting a bit, my love," He murmured, charming a spell, the lump disappearing.

"Thanks," He blabbed, jumping into his arms, nuzzling his face into his neck gently.

 * * *

"Where to, dear?" Draco asked as they trudged down the snowy path to Hogsmeade, Harry babbling and dramatically swinging their held hands with a grin.

"I dunno," He frowned in thought. "Your choice, Dway."

"I dunno as well love," He laughed. "We could go to the three broomsticks-" He waved at the thought of the horrible stench of the place, too bad for his pureblood-ness. 

"Suwe," He agreed. "Dwaco fewwet?"

"No darling, I can't leave my cub alone," He smiled softly, pecking his cheek.

"Oh. Okay."

"Sorry love,"

"'s okay Dway! I love you!" He tittered, leaning against Dray, leaving it considerably hard to stand, the lean, built 'baby' leaning full load on him.

* * *

"Buttewbeews please," Harry exclaimed, bouncing on the seat, dragging many, many peoples eyes on baby Harry.

Madame eyes his suspiciously as she walked away.

"Darling, I can do the talking, I don't want anyone to-"

"Is Harry a baby now?" A Slytherin boy- which Draco obviously knew asked, walking up to the two and eyes Harry with a smirk.

"N-" Harry began boredly, snuggling into Draco.

"No. Shove off, Greengrass." He sat up taller, sheltering Harry.

"Looks like it," He drawled as Harry babbled insensibly, wrapping his arms around Draco's waist.

"I said shove off," Draco growled, squeezing Harry's hand gently.

"Oh, is Dwakie shielding his potty-poo?" He grinned, pushing Harry.

"Don't ever touch Harry again-" He snarled, standing up, all eyes on the two fighting.

"Whatever, go feed your baby, Malfoy," He waved his hand after pushing Harry again, walking away.

"Stupify." Draco smiled darkly. "I'm sorry boo, no one will ever touch you again, he murmured, kissing Harry passionately, placing the shorter in his lap.

A/N: If I wrote a sequel, post-war, or just another Drarry fic, would people / you guys read it? Just wanna know in case I do. <3