Foaming
Harry entered the bathroom tentatively. He knew Draco had been working on his Animagus form once again. His lover was terribly upset that Harry had been able to transform first. After a long afternoon of holing himself up in the office and had had no intention of leaving until he mastered the art. But only a couple hours into Draco's seclusion, Harry had heard the door open and another door open and close. After a quick search of their small abode, Harry had concluded that the only place Draco could be was the bathroom. "Draco?" He called into the overly large marble room.
There was no answer but Harry scanned the room and found that the tub was filled and full of bubbles. But there was no familiar blonde head amidst the foam. "Draco?" He called, stepping up to the edge of the tub. There was a noise behind him but before he could react Harry was knocked into the pool, splashing water and foamy bubbles everywhere. He came up spluttering and was met with a smiling, pale face.
"Harry!" Draco giggled happily. "I did it! I found my Animagus form!"
"And we're celebrating by knocking me into the tub?"
"I was planning on celebrating by trying to find you and have us share the tub. Now the bubbles are everywhere." He frowned.
Harry smiled, and rested his chin on the edge of the tub, bubbles popping in his ear. "Well, tell me then. What is your Animagus form?"
Draco's smile returned, but with no humor. "A ferret."
