Hello. That's my second story. I know the plot isn't original, but I really wanted to write it:)

Hope you'll enjoy:)

And great thanks to LunaParvulus, who is my beta:)

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Disclaimer: Harry Potter doesn't belong to me.

Draco Malfoy was pissed off. Really. He was mad at everything and everyone around. And of course it was all bloody Potter's fault. He was the only reason for this disaster; there was no doubt in it.

Because of him the blond Slytherin was now sitting on a sofa in the darkness of Gryffindors' common room, something he only could imagine in his worst nightmares. This was yet again – Potter's fault.

Because of his carefree remark, two of Potter's idiotic friends, though not so idiotic as Potter himself, Finnegan and Thomas have decided to take a little, oh so vulnerable and pitiful creature with them. Stupid Gryffindors with their aspiration to save everyone, which reached its highlight in Potter's persona.

Hate them. Hate them! Hate them ALL! And especially HIM!

These kinds of thoughts were running through the Slytherin's head since the minute he arrived there, or, to be correct, he was brought there.

Oh, yes, brought. And yes, creature. Since he first had seen Professor McGonagall turning into a cat and back he decided he wants to learn how to change into his Animagus form. He had not told anyone but the boy was really fascinated by the woman's magical ability. So he started training. Though he didn't get much progress in years he hasn't given up. It was until that accident with Professor Moody. It was an extremely embarrassing experience, but at the same time very useful. It helped Draco to understand what his Animagus form was, and it's much easier to do something, knowing the final result. It's like doing calculations and already knowing the answer.

Back to the present, now he was in a form of a snowy white ferret (not albino, though, his eyes had a normal for a ferret black color) sitting on a rather comfortable sofa. Gryffindor sofa. He reminded himself. It was an awfully bright Gryffindor red color and had lots of soft cushions. Draco felt warm and sleepy and he could actually fall asleep there, since the only source of light in the room was a fireplace. It was so quiet...and the blond Slytherin finally got a chance to muse over his hatred to a certain Gryffindor.

Not caring if it was fairly or not the Slytherin blamed his worst school rival for everything. Well, he was there when Thomas and Finnegan found the white ferret and Draco did feel a little bit sick because of his not very good performed spell, but it was Potter who suggested taking care of "poor thing". So his two stupid friends, who were heading to their tower, took the little creature with them.

Oh, thank you very much!

How Draco wanted to hex Potter for that!

That stupid ugly git...well...not so ugly, but still devastatingly stupid. He's got pretty eyes though...Such a beautiful dark green color, so deep...I guess I could stare in them forever.

Now he was dreaming about Potter's eyes! Stupid, but he could almost see those eyes before him and that messy dark hair surrounding them, and warm breath against his sensitive fur...Oh...But he wasn't dreaming Draco suddenly realized. There, standing in front of the sofa, leaning over him was none other than Harry Potter himself.

"Hey. Have they forgotten you there?" He asked with concern.

Draco was so shocked to hear Potter talk to his school enemy like that, with care; he didn't even understand who the other boy was referring to. Only after a few minutes he realized that his little animal body was lifted from the sofa and cradled in Potter's arms.

"Hm...You are cute," said the dark haired boy with a smile.

Draco almost melted. Potter's smile was dazzling, and his green eyes and his quiet voice...all that made Draco feel light-headed. But he still was a ferret...a cute ferret though.

Potter's hands were even more comfortable than the damned Gryffindor sofa; the blond has almost fallen asleep in other boy's arms.

"You seem to be sleepy."

Draco only nodded in response and put his tiny head on the crook of Potter's arm.

Harry stared at the white ferret in disbelieve. Has he just nodded? But he couldn't have understood what I said, or could he? Suddenly a strange idea struck him.

"Hey." He leant a little closer, his breath ghosting over snowy white fur. Draco almost shuddered because of the unexpected closeness of Potter...almost. Why was Gryffindor suddenly so fond of animals?

"You know, you remind me of someone..."

Draco could have squeaked "Who?" if he was in his human form. Instead he only made a little squeaking noise – like "normal" ferrets do.

"Snowy white ferret...hm...Are you an albino?" He asked as if really expecting an answer.

The blond stiffed, he still had his eyes closed but was sure Potter knew he wasn't actually sleeping. Draco could feel other boy's fingers lightly caressing his fur. It felt so good.

"Yes, you definitely remind me of one beautiful blond Slytherin," he said nonchalantly.

Draco's eyes snapped open. What!? The ferret squeaked again. He has just said the blond Slytherin? No...He can't be talking about me? Potter just can't think I'm beautiful! Well, I am...but he is not the one who can appreciate it. He can't say it so easily!

"You seem confused," he heard Potter say.

Does he know who I am? He can't be probably talking to a ferret?

Though he was panicking inside, Draco tried his hardest not to let it affect his behavior. He closed eyes and yawned purposely, then put his head on the boy's shoulder and pretended to be asleep.

Harry was watching every move of the little creature in his arms but hasn't noticed anything suspicious. Was I mistaken then?

It was already past midnight but Harry didn't really wanted to sleep – got something more interesting to do. He sat on the large sofa before the fireplace, holding the white ferret protectively in his arms. Strangely he wished for the creature to be Draco Malfoy. Being the courageous Gryffindor the dark haired boy wasn't the one to deny important things. He liked the blond arrogant Slytherin and, well, hoped this little coincidence could bring them together. Well, we already are close. He thought with a smirk. With that constant fighting and all…Not without pleasure he remembered their last fight, when Harry ended up on the floor with Draco pinned beneath him. I never thought fights can be so enjoyable. It took all his will not to lean in and kiss the blond.

Lost in his own thoughts Harry continued stroking the fluffy fur of the animal. He didn't even noticed how he drifted off to sleep himself.

***

The morning sun has just only risen up above the horizon and it was still quiet in the dorms when the portrait, hiding an entrance to the Gryffindor tower, slid to the side and a pair of young loudly chatting wizards entered the common room. They lowered voices trying not to disturb their housemates but suddenly stopped talking at all taking in the picture before them.

"Dean, is that…?"

"Yes…it surely is him," answered Dean to his shocked friend.

Seamus, the other one, quietly came up to the sofa trying to get a better view.

"Hey, pay attention to where you go," warned Dean softly, but well, he was a little bit late.

Unable to take his eyes from the pair before him Seamus stumbled and fell over with a loud yelp.

Harry groaned from his comfortable place on the sofa and opened eyes in attempt to find the source of the noise that woke him up.

"Seamus? Why are you on the floor?"

"I…"

"He fell" answered Dean instead giving Harry a chance to acknowledge that there were two witnesses.

"Oh…" was the only thing Harry managed to say.

Though he didn't really care – wasn't in the mood of "caring" or even thinking so early in the morning.

"Um…Harry," he heard Seamus's nervous voice.

"Yes?"

"What are you doing?" The boy asked finally getting from the floor with help of Dean.

"Oh…I guess I fell asleep here. Strangely, it was rather comfortable," answered Harry smiling. His neck was aching from sleeping in a sitting position but he felt good.

"You fell asleep," repeated Dean slowly.

"Yep. I did."

"With Malfoy on your lap?"

"Hm…Wait. What!?"

Harry stared in a complete shock at Dean, but the other boy and his companion weren't looking at him, instead their gaze was fixed somewhere lower. Harry lowered his eyes as well…

"Oh my…"

There, with his head on Harry's lap was sleeping a beautiful boy with silvery blond hair, which was such a contrast to black material of the certain Gryffindor's trousers. Draco Malfoy. The Slytherin looked so comfortable and peaceful, even angelic.

"Harry"

The boy in question snapped from his staring and looked up at Dean and Seamus.

"Um…I guess...Heh…we…we'd better go," said Dean hurriedly and grabbed Seamus's arm. When they were already at the stairs Seamus managed to send Harry a huge grin and a "Well done!" before he was completely dragged away.

The still shocked Gryffindor tried to process what was happening, when he finally realized that he was left alone with a sleeping Malfoy. Malfoy, who looked so adorably beautiful in his sleep, but Harry didn't let himself to be fooled by the other. He knew for sure what the blonde's personality really was….not that he minded it really much though.

Harry could stare forever, but the students were to start waking up soon and it would be pretty difficult to explain why there was a Malfoy in a Gryffindor common room.

"Hey…wake up," he said softly running his fingers through the blond locks.

"Hm…don't want to…" Draco murmured sleepy not opening his eyes. As his little protest he snuggled closer to an only source of warmth which occurred to be Harry.

Bemused, the Griffindor tried to wake the blond again this time shaking him slightly.

"Hey…you are annoying…I want to stay in bed some more…That dream is good…"

"But you are not in your bed, Draco" Harry whispered in the smaller boys ear.

The blonde's eyes snapped open and he turned his head, still not getting up from the Gryffindor's lap.

"Potter!?"

"Oh, you are finally awake," Harry said casually.

"What the hell!? Why am I…?! Oh…" Then he remembered.

Harry watched with amusement how the blonde's expression turned from angry to confused and then to horrified.

The black haired boy smirked – he was enjoying every minute of it.

"You know what is really interesting?" He asked like they were having just a normal conversation.

"I remember falling asleep with a little cute ferret in my arms, but, surprisingly, when I wake up I find you sleeping with your head on my lap, looking rather comfortable. Strange, isn't it?"

Oh, no…he knows! He knows everything!!! He'll tell everyone I'm an Animagus! Crap!

"I guess it leads to only one rational conclusion," Harry continued.

Finally regaining his composure Draco snapped.

"Yeah? What?!"

"Stop pretending. I'm sure you already realized I know your little secret."

Potter's voice was very quiet, for which Draco was grateful, but he was leaning closer and closer so that the blond could hear him. And he is smirking. I've ever seen him do that. It looks creepy…and hot. Stop! That's not what I must be thinking now! I'm in trouble. No. I'm in a big trouble!

"Draco"

The Slytherin jumped from the shock of Potter saying his name and felt his body falling from the sofa to the floor. He then tried to prevent such an unfortunate event by holding onto the nearest object, which happened to be the Gryffindor himself.

Feeling something tugging him forward and unable to keep his balance, Harry fell from his comfortable position on the piece of furniture.

Wow. That's the second time this week I end up on top of him. Guess I'm a lucky man.

A-a-a! That's the second time this week I end up with Potter pinning me to the floor. That's a disaster!

"So, you are an Animagus?" Harry asked casually though his heart was beating furiously.

"Am not!"

"Yes, you are!"

"No, I'm not!"

"Draco." Harry leaned even closer and whispered in Malfoy's ear. "Stop denying. I already know"

"Get off me!" Screamed Draco suddenly very aware of their position, it was really difficult to lie well with those piercing green eyes so close.

The blonde shoved Harry roughly. When he was back at his feet the Slytherin decided that there really wasn't a point in denying anymore.

"Well, yes. I am. So what?" He snapped as if daring the other boy to say something offending.

"Nothing," Harry answered simply.

Draco looked at him dumbfounded. Nothing? Isn't he going to blackmail me or something?

"You know, soon all the Gryffindors will come down from their bedrooms. You don't want them to see you there, do you?"

"Of course, I don't!"

"Then…" Harry trailed off shaking his head in the direction of the portrait hole.

What? He wants me to go away? It was good that Draco won't have to deal with a crowd of half-asleep angry Gryffindors, but Potter's indifference somehow disappointed him. We are finally alone, having almost civil conversation and he just wants me to leave? Stupid Gryffindor!

With a loud "Hm!" he turned on his heels and headed to the door.

"Oh, and Draco…"

"It's Malfoy for you!" Snapped the blonde but slowed his steps.

When he was near the entrance he heard Potter speak again.

"Since I really happen to like little fluffy animals and since now you owe me one, will you go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?" Formed like a question it didn't really sound like one.

Draco stopped in midstep, hand still in the air reaching for the doorknob.

"Like a…date?" He asked trying to sound calm and uncaring.

"Yeah"

"Well…since I owe you one and since your lap is rather comfortable to sleep on…yes, I will."

Not turning back Draco went through the portrait hole, then down the long corridor and straight to his dorm unable to stop smiling all the way. Though if he had turned he would have seen Harry Potter grinning like mad at his retreating back.

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A/N: It is a oneshot, though I may continue writting this story:) Everything depends on my mood...and on how lazy I am.

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