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For the lovely _redcrayon. I have no idea where this came from. I apologize in advance. Again, I repeat, blame the fever. :D
H/D, 450 words, PG-13
Beware of Evil Fluffy
Harry knelt down in the doorway and set a small bowl of milk on the front step.
“Are you feeding that mangy beast again?”
Harry pushed the saucer under the kitten’s nose and turned to glare at Draco. “As a matter of fact, I am. It’s lost and hungry, Draco. I can’t just ignore it.”
“Of course you can. Just like you’re ignoring our guest in there.”
Harry snorted. “Like you care. Just go back in the kitchen and conjure the tea. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“No way. I’m not leaving you out here with that dirty, rabid creature. It may appear fluffy and white and cute, but I know evil when I see it.”
“Oh yes, it’s deadly. I’m surprised I’ve survived this long. Maybe it’s an Animagi.”
Draco gasped. “Oh God! You’re right! Get rid of it, Potter, before it discovers my hidden secrets.”
Harry stood up and eyed Draco. “And which secrets are you referring to? Oh, wait, it has seen you douse your eggs with ketchup and-”
Ron stepped up beside Draco. “Oi. That’s bloody disgusting!”
Draco spun around. “Shut it, Weasel, or I’ll toss the evil kitten at you.”
“You guys have a kitten? How… domestic.” Ron smirked and knelt down. “It’s, um… very fluffy, Harry. Who picked it out? Wait. Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.” He reached out and scratched the kitten under its chin. Then he quickly pulled his hand away. “It bit me!”
Draco whirled around. “It did?”
Ron stood up and held out his hand. A small line of blood trickled down his index finger. “I’m injured. Your evil cat just attacked me!”
Harry pulled out his wand. “It's not mine, Ron. And calm down. I’ll spell it closed. The poor thing's just lost and scared and-“
“Evil!” Ron declared.
Draco crouched down. “I’m beginning to like this kitten. Okay, Harry. Show me how you work your magic.”
Harry bent down next to Draco. “It’s not magic. You just need to take it slow. You need to earn its trust.”
Draco faced Harry. “Similar instructions to dealing with a certain Hippogriff which proceeded to tear off my arm. Shall I bow or something?”
“You’re such a prat. No. Just reach out and let it come to you.”
“Creepy, Potter,” Draco huffed and stretched out his hand. The kitten eyed him for a long moment. Then it stepped up, nuzzled his palm and began purring loudly.
Ron's mouth fell open. “I don’t believe it.”
Harry chuckled. “See. I told you.”
Draco ran his hand down the length of the kitten’s back and over its tail. “Yes, Potter. You were right. This time. Just don’t let it go to your pretty, little head.”
Ron crouched down and pushed his way between Harry and Draco. “Let me try.”
“Back off, Weasel. I’m bonding here.”
Ron inched toward the kitten, but immediately stepped back at the loud hiss.
Draco stood up and brushed off his trousers. “That’s it, Harry. We're keeping the vile beast."
Harry glanced up. "What- Why?"
"It attacked Weasley, so it's obviously extremely intelligent..."
Ron shot up. "Watch it, Malfoy."
Draco arched an eyebrow. "And it positively adores me, so it clearly possesses a taste for the finer things in life.”
Ron grinned widely. “Like ketchup on eggs?”
Draco stared at Ron for a moment. Then he looked down at the little kitten, its face buried deep in the saucer and whispered, "Bite him, darling."
Prompt: H/D, stray cat
H/D, 450 words, PG-13
Beware of Evil Fluffy
Harry knelt down in the doorway and set a small bowl of milk on the front step.
“Are you feeding that mangy beast again?”
Harry pushed the saucer under the kitten’s nose and turned to glare at Draco. “As a matter of fact, I am. It’s lost and hungry, Draco. I can’t just ignore it.”
“Of course you can. Just like you’re ignoring our guest in there.”
Harry snorted. “Like you care. Just go back in the kitchen and conjure the tea. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“No way. I’m not leaving you out here with that dirty, rabid creature. It may appear fluffy and white and cute, but I know evil when I see it.”
“Oh yes, it’s deadly. I’m surprised I’ve survived this long. Maybe it’s an Animagi.”
Draco gasped. “Oh God! You’re right! Get rid of it, Potter, before it discovers my hidden secrets.”
Harry stood up and eyed Draco. “And which secrets are you referring to? Oh, wait, it has seen you douse your eggs with ketchup and-”
Ron stepped up beside Draco. “Oi. That’s bloody disgusting!”
Draco spun around. “Shut it, Weasel, or I’ll toss the evil kitten at you.”
“You guys have a kitten? How… domestic.” Ron smirked and knelt down. “It’s, um… very fluffy, Harry. Who picked it out? Wait. Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.” He reached out and scratched the kitten under its chin. Then he quickly pulled his hand away. “It bit me!”
Draco whirled around. “It did?”
Ron stood up and held out his hand. A small line of blood trickled down his index finger. “I’m injured. Your evil cat just attacked me!”
Harry pulled out his wand. “It's not mine, Ron. And calm down. I’ll spell it closed. The poor thing's just lost and scared and-“
“Evil!” Ron declared.
Draco crouched down. “I’m beginning to like this kitten. Okay, Harry. Show me how you work your magic.”
Harry bent down next to Draco. “It’s not magic. You just need to take it slow. You need to earn its trust.”
Draco faced Harry. “Similar instructions to dealing with a certain Hippogriff which proceeded to tear off my arm. Shall I bow or something?”
“You’re such a prat. No. Just reach out and let it come to you.”
“Creepy, Potter,” Draco huffed and stretched out his hand. The kitten eyed him for a long moment. Then it stepped up, nuzzled his palm and began purring loudly.
Ron's mouth fell open. “I don’t believe it.”
Harry chuckled. “See. I told you.”
Draco ran his hand down the length of the kitten’s back and over its tail. “Yes, Potter. You were right. This time. Just don’t let it go to your pretty, little head.”
Ron crouched down and pushed his way between Harry and Draco. “Let me try.”
“Back off, Weasel. I’m bonding here.”
Ron inched toward the kitten, but immediately stepped back at the loud hiss.
Draco stood up and brushed off his trousers. “That’s it, Harry. We're keeping the vile beast."
Harry glanced up. "What- Why?"
"It attacked Weasley, so it's obviously extremely intelligent..."
Ron shot up. "Watch it, Malfoy."
Draco arched an eyebrow. "And it positively adores me, so it clearly possesses a taste for the finer things in life.”
Ron grinned widely. “Like ketchup on eggs?”
Draco stared at Ron for a moment. Then he looked down at the little kitten, its face buried deep in the saucer and whispered, "Bite him, darling."
Prompt: H/D, stray cat