Bites and Scratches
Title: Bites and Scratches White cat verse 9 (Can be read as a stand-alone)
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Language
Word count: 685
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for goldylost, who asked for more of my White Cat verse
Summary: Harry thinks Draco is sulking. Little does he know Draco is plotting.
Harry had no idea where Draco was. That wasn't surprising, however. Harry and his boyfriend had had a row, and now Draco was presumably off sulking somewhere. He would put in an appearance when he grew bored or hungry.
In the meantime, Harry took advantage of Draco's absence to accomplish some things in the house that Draco normally interfered with, such as baking and laundry. Harry put a cake in the oven and a load of clothing in the Muggle washer, then sat down to watch a footie match on the telly. Watching telly was next to impossible when Draco was around. He couldn't stand it if Harry wasn't paying attention to him.
Harry took the cake out and set it on a rack to cool, switched the laundry to the dryer and resumed watching the telly. When the match had ended, Harry frosted the cake and took the clothes into the bedroom. He was surprised that Draco had yet to put in an appearance. Harry had hoped to lure his moping boyfriend out with cake. Of course, for all Harry knew, Draco could be devouring the cake at this very moment.
Whistling a cheerful tune, Harry walked up to the bed and dumped the load of laundry on it so he could fold the clothes using his wand and a bit of magic. He was unprepared for the sneak attack on his person.
As Harry stood next to the bed, something grabbed his ankle and bit his toes. Harry cried out in pain and fright and stumbled backward. He tripped over one of his own cast-off shoes and fell on his arse with a thud. Harry aimed his wand beneath the bed only to lower it with a curse when a white cat emerged from hiding.
Draco hopped up on the bed and looked down on Harry from his vantage point. Even in cat form, Harry could tell his boyfriend was smirking. Draco turned his back on Harry and began kneading the pile of warm clothing.
"Stop shedding on my clean clothes, you ruddy rat!" yelled Harry. He clambered to his feet and rushed over to pluck Draco out of the laundry. Harry yelped and snatched his hand back when Draco's paw lashed out and scratched him. Harry retreated to assess the situation. Clearly, his conniving Slytherin boyfriend had been lying in wait all this time, just waiting for the opportunity to inflict pain and suffering. Now he was adding insult to injury by shedding on Harry's clean clothing.
Harry considered his options. He could try to lure Draco away with promises of cake, or he could launch a counterattack. Harry tried the soft approach first. "I've baked a cake, if you'd care to join me for tea," he said.
Draco stared at him for ten seconds before ignoring Harry in favor of washing his immaculate fur.
So much for Mr Nice Guy, thought Harry. With no warning, he took two running steps and jumped on the bed. Draco bounced up in the air, all four limbs flailing. He landed on the pillows at the top of the bed, and he was furious. Draco sprang at Harry, latching onto the arm that Harry held up in hopes of fending off the attack. Draco wrapped his front paws around Harry's wrist, bit his thumb, and rabbit-kicked Harry's arm with his hind feet.
"Ouch, ouch!" cried Harry, trying unsuccessfully to pry Draco off. "Alright, you win!"
Draco released Harry and transformed back into a human.
"Arsehole!"
"Wanker!"
They sat and glared at one another a moment longer, then Harry broke eye contact to examine his arm. "It's a wonder I don't need stitches," he grumbled. He used his wand to perform a simple healing spell on the bites and scratches.
Draco was unapologetic. "So," he said, smoothing a hand over his mussed hair. "You said something about a cake?"
Author: enchanted_jae
Character(s): Harry/Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Language
Word count: 685
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Written for: Birthday gift for goldylost, who asked for more of my White Cat verse
Summary: Harry thinks Draco is sulking. Little does he know Draco is plotting.
Harry had no idea where Draco was. That wasn't surprising, however. Harry and his boyfriend had had a row, and now Draco was presumably off sulking somewhere. He would put in an appearance when he grew bored or hungry.
In the meantime, Harry took advantage of Draco's absence to accomplish some things in the house that Draco normally interfered with, such as baking and laundry. Harry put a cake in the oven and a load of clothing in the Muggle washer, then sat down to watch a footie match on the telly. Watching telly was next to impossible when Draco was around. He couldn't stand it if Harry wasn't paying attention to him.
Harry took the cake out and set it on a rack to cool, switched the laundry to the dryer and resumed watching the telly. When the match had ended, Harry frosted the cake and took the clothes into the bedroom. He was surprised that Draco had yet to put in an appearance. Harry had hoped to lure his moping boyfriend out with cake. Of course, for all Harry knew, Draco could be devouring the cake at this very moment.
Whistling a cheerful tune, Harry walked up to the bed and dumped the load of laundry on it so he could fold the clothes using his wand and a bit of magic. He was unprepared for the sneak attack on his person.
As Harry stood next to the bed, something grabbed his ankle and bit his toes. Harry cried out in pain and fright and stumbled backward. He tripped over one of his own cast-off shoes and fell on his arse with a thud. Harry aimed his wand beneath the bed only to lower it with a curse when a white cat emerged from hiding.
Draco hopped up on the bed and looked down on Harry from his vantage point. Even in cat form, Harry could tell his boyfriend was smirking. Draco turned his back on Harry and began kneading the pile of warm clothing.
"Stop shedding on my clean clothes, you ruddy rat!" yelled Harry. He clambered to his feet and rushed over to pluck Draco out of the laundry. Harry yelped and snatched his hand back when Draco's paw lashed out and scratched him. Harry retreated to assess the situation. Clearly, his conniving Slytherin boyfriend had been lying in wait all this time, just waiting for the opportunity to inflict pain and suffering. Now he was adding insult to injury by shedding on Harry's clean clothing.
Harry considered his options. He could try to lure Draco away with promises of cake, or he could launch a counterattack. Harry tried the soft approach first. "I've baked a cake, if you'd care to join me for tea," he said.
Draco stared at him for ten seconds before ignoring Harry in favor of washing his immaculate fur.
So much for Mr Nice Guy, thought Harry. With no warning, he took two running steps and jumped on the bed. Draco bounced up in the air, all four limbs flailing. He landed on the pillows at the top of the bed, and he was furious. Draco sprang at Harry, latching onto the arm that Harry held up in hopes of fending off the attack. Draco wrapped his front paws around Harry's wrist, bit his thumb, and rabbit-kicked Harry's arm with his hind feet.
"Ouch, ouch!" cried Harry, trying unsuccessfully to pry Draco off. "Alright, you win!"
Draco released Harry and transformed back into a human.
"Arsehole!"
"Wanker!"
They sat and glared at one another a moment longer, then Harry broke eye contact to examine his arm. "It's a wonder I don't need stitches," he grumbled. He used his wand to perform a simple healing spell on the bites and scratches.
Draco was unapologetic. "So," he said, smoothing a hand over his mussed hair. "You said something about a cake?"