Muddy Mischief
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Title: Muddy Mischief
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, Gryffindors
Rating: R
Warning(s): Naughty ferret, naughty suggestion
Word count: 565
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic/drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for entropy12. Part of my Scrub verse
Summary: Ferrets are vindictive.
"I can't believe you're going without me," said Draco. He looked and sounded just like a petulant child.
"You were invited to come along," Harry reminded him through gritted teeth. "In fact, I've asked you several times to reconsider and accompany me to Neville's, but you said you didn't want to go. That's fine, but you don't get to sit there and pout because I'm going without you."
"I'm not pouting."
"What do you call it, then?" asked Harry. "I should take a picture of you in all your sulky glory."
"Piss off!"
Harry took two strides in the direction of the camera, and Draco reacted by shifting into his Animagus form. Harry was now confronted with a sullen ferret instead of a sullen boyfriend. It was an improvement. At least Draco's lower lip couldn't protrude in this form.
Harry did a double-take and bent to peer closer. "I stand corrected," he muttered.
Draco chittered curses at him and hopped off of the sofa. He nipped Harry's leg before dashing up the stairs.
~*~
Harry laughed at something Seamus had said, then took another pull from his bottle of beer. It was fun, spending time with his mates. He just wished Draco had come along. Harry knew that his friends were never going to be as close to Draco as they were to him, but at least they tried to make Draco feel welcome. It was difficult to do when Draco refused to spend time with them, however.
"I'm glad it's raining; my garden needs it," said Neville.
Harry turned to look out the window behind him. "Bloody hell," he gasped, imaging all the mischief a muddy ferret could cause in his absence. "I have to go!"
~*~
Harry nearly fell out of the Floo in his haste to save the house from Draco's revenge. He was too late.
Harry groaned as he saw the multitude of tiny, muddy paw prints. Everywhere. His eyes followed one particular trail of tracks across the floor, up onto the sofa, the end table, and..."Fuck me," Harry breathed. The paw prints went right up the wall and across the ceiling.
Harry was going to kill his boyfriend.
He stomped up the stairs, following another trail of filthy ferret paw prints. Harry heard a splash from the direction of the master bath, and he strode forward, intent on tearing a strip off of Draco. He barged into the bathroom and tottered to a halt.
A resplendently naked Draco was lounging back in the bath, idly stroking a soapy hand up and down his equally soapy erection.
"Hello, Harry. I didn't expect you back so soon."
Harry opened his mouth to castigate his boyfriend, but all that came out was, "Dirty."
"Why, yes, I did get quite dirty in the garden, which is why I deemed a bath to be in order. Would you care to join me?"
Harry took a step forward and hesitated. There was a reason he was meant to be angry at Draco. "Paw prints," he said.
"Ah, yes, the paw prints are unfortunate, but it's nothing we can't clean up easily with a bit of a swish and flick, yeah?" murmured Draco. He gave the head of his cock a flick with his thumb, as if to emphasize his point.
Harry nodded and began removing his clothes. He had a naked and randy boyfriend to see to. Anything else could wait.
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