The kiss of the ferret

Harry Potter, the golden boy, was taking a shameful midnight stroll around Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizadry, until he turned around only to see a small, white ferret following him...

(Drarry fanfic:Warnings: Snogging, slight swearing, hurt and comfort)


2. Bathroom coincidence on the third floor

The next morning, Harry woke up feeling refreshed. The first thing that came into his head was the beautiful moonlit picture of Draco from last night. He woke up feeling so happy, he could hardly contain himself. Even Ron had said "Why you smilin' so much, mate?" before he left for breakfast.

When he got to the great hall, he chose to sit down next to Hermione, who was, of course reading a new history book, probably given to her by Professor Binns. "Oh, good morning, Harry." she said without looking at him, so obviously immersed in whatever chapter she was reading. "Good morning!" Harry replied, smiling widely. He loaded a clean, empty plate with scrambled eggs, bacon, and a golden piece of toast. He then dared himself to look over to the Slytherin table. When he did, he saw Draco, looking back at him straight in the eye. Draco playfully bit his tongue at Harry, winking with a loving smirk. Harry tried not to blush but it was no use. He finally realised just how much he was in love with the blond, becoming a little bit timid at the truthful thought. "Harry, are you okay? Do you have a fever?" he quickly looked over to Hermione, who had now shut her book and was looking at him with concerned eyes. "Umm, yeah. I'm perfect. Really." He tried to convince her. He knew for a fact that Hermione was very noticable of everything, and that being as smart as she was, could figure out a person's feelings by just looking at them. "Well, I guess I'll buy that for now. Just, be sure to tell me if anything’s wrong." she smiled reassuringly, then looked over Harry's shoulder. Harry swivelled around, only to see a very sleepy Ron. "Hi mate, hi 'Mione." he greeted, before sagging down onto the bench. "What's up with you?"

"Bad night's sleep. I got up at five in the morning, the couldn't sleep even though I was tired as hell." Ron dropped his forehead down onto the edge of the table. Harry chuckled. He patted his best friend on the back. "Class in ten minutes." he said, and Ron groaned. Their next class was Charms with the Hufflepuffs, which would go just fine. It's just; Ron hated any class anyway, unless it's Quidditch.


The first couple of classes went spectacularly: Ron had snored all through charms, deducting a good twenty points from Gryffindor house and Luna Lovegood from Ravenclaw house had proved Professor Trelawney wrong at divination with flying colours, making Harry laugh a little loudly. Now it was lunch, which would last for a good sweet hour. Harry had eaten a little quickly, but none of his friends minded much. He made up a lame excuse that he was going to go and study in the library, which wasn't lame to Hermione at all, but in all reality, he was actually going to the third floor male lavatories, to practice something he learnt in charms, just with less care.

The toilets on the third floor weren't used as much, because the two main toilets were on the first and sixth floors. Once he got there, he noticed that there was one stall occupied, which didn't bother him in the least.

He sat down against the white walls, then started to whisper the necessary incantations for the spell. Just as he had gotten the spell to work, he heard the occupied stall's toilet flush, which made him lose concentration. The spell dropped, and the stall door opened. "I could recognise that voice anywhere, Harry." Out stepped Draco Malfoy, Harry's now beloved boy. "D-Draco! What are you doing here?"

"Taking a piss? What else would I be doing?" Draco walked towards Harry then sat down with him. "How are you?"

"Good, I guess." Harry smiled. He looked into Draco's steel eyes, gasping a little when Draco suddenly planted a warm kiss onto Harry's lips. "I'm glad you're good. You tempted me a lot this morning you know?" Draco slid a milky hand down Harry's torso, then reaching up his jumper. Harry caressed Draco's now reddened cheek. "I was so happy this morning. You've really changed me, after all that." Harry chuckled softly. Draco's hand felt so good, caressing his chest like that. "Since we're on lunch break, and we still have a good half an hour of it too, why don't we have some fun?"

"What kind of fun?"

"I don't know, just something to make us feel most content." Draco straddled Harry's waist, cupping his chin with his hands. "But someone might catch us." Harry licked at the tip of Draco's thumb. He felt Draco shudder at the sudden act. "Nobody will catch us, since nobody comes here."

"Then what were you doing here?"

"Getting some...privacy, if you will."

Harry nodded, "Ok, now tell me what you want."

Draco smiled widely, like a small child being told he was getting a puppy for Christmas. He placed his hands on Harry's cheeks, then began to kiss him. It was utter bliss, especially when Draco managed to slip his tongue in when Harry moaned. Harry had never kissed anyone before, and it was obvious Draco hadn't either, as the two Frenched each other sloppily on the bathroom floor, unaware of their surroundings, or even which world they lived in. Harry wished he could kiss Draco forever, as Draco's Slytherin robe slipped off of him smoothly. But when Draco went and caressed that spot in his mouth with his tongue, Harry could have died it was so brilliant.


"So, what do you have next?" Harry stroked Draco's hair. They had kissed so much their lips where now sore, but it was all worth it. Draco was happily lying on top of Harry, examining Harry's wand. "Uh, I think I have Care of Magical Creatures with you pesky Gryffindors." Harry thwacked Draco on the head playfully when he said this. "Okay, calm down. With one of my beloved Gryffindors," Draco leant his head back, looking at Harry upside down "roar." Harry chuckled. There was still a few things that he worried about their relationship, but it was nothing to do with Draco. It was more to do with Harry's friends. He couldn't keep hiding from them forever, and he would have to tell them. He also worried about Pansy and Blaise on Draco's behalf, which reminded him: "Hey, Dray. Weren't you ever together with Pansy?"

"Pansy? No, why would I be. She thinks we're together but we're really and absolutely one hundred percent not. She loves to force me to be with her, but I hate it. I like her as a friend." Draco concluded, before yawning soundly, then getting up just as the bell rung. He handed Harry back his wand. "It's a beautiful wand, gotta say." Draco smiled, gave Harry an adorable kiss on the cheek, then started to run out. "Bet you I'll be in class before you!"

"Oi, you come back here, you sly snake!"

And Harry ran after, only slowing at the bathroom door. he looked around, noticing that the whole floor was empty. He stepped forward quietly, then felt a shock at his ribs. "AH! Dray!" Draco had snuck up behind him and teased him with his fingers. "Fooled you, scarhead!" Draco turned into a ferret as he said this, and scampered off with his tiny white paws. Harry ran after; no one would know that this was Draco Malfoy he was running after. And all in all, no one needed to know for a while.

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