Furry Spotter
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Title: Furry Spotter
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Warning(s): None
Word count: 675
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 goldylost. who asked for anything with cats, or Scrub. You get a two-fer!
Summary: Harry brings Draco a gift.
Harry stepped out of the Floo, carefully cradling a small bundle, which was wrapped in a towel.
"Draco?"
There was no response.
Harry sighed and tried again. "Draco, I got you something for your birthday!"
Five seconds later, Draco thundered down the stairs. He drew up short at the bottom and adopted a belated air of decorum. "My birthday was last week," he said.
"Oh, that's right," said Harry. "I reckon I'll have to take this to Bill, his birthday--"
"No!" cried Draco. "Er, that is to say, if you bought it for me, then it's mine by default."
"Are you sure?" teased Harry. "I wouldn't want to upset you with a late--"
"Harry," growled Draco. "Gimme."
Harry laughed and extended the small bundle to his boyfriend.
Draco raised a skeptical brow, and he made no move to touch his gift. "You're giving me a wadded up towel?" he sneered.
The towel moved, and Draco jumped back and drew his wand. Harry clutched the bundle to his chest and turned away to protect it. "Draco! Don't you dare!"
"It moved!"
"It's supposed to move!"
"What is it?" asked Draco, taking a cautious step closer.
Harry sighed and pushed the folds of the towel aside, revealing a fuzzy, whiskered face.
"A kitten!" Draco gasped. "You got me a kitten?!"
"Well, you always enjoy playing with Mrs Reed's cat, Tinkerbell," Harry replied. "One of Molly's cats had some kittens, and I asked if I could take one. Here," he added, withdrawing the kitten from the towel and handing it to Draco.
Draco accepted the small kitten eagerly and held it up to look at it. "She looks like a spotted cow," he remarked.
"It's a boy, and it was a choice between this black and white spotted one or a ginger."
"Good choice," Draco said dryly. He cuddled the kitten to his chest, smiling when it began to purr.
"His name is Spot Weasley."
"It most certainly is not," Draco snorted. "Spot is a peasant's name, as is--"
"Don't you dare say it."
Draco smirked at Harry. "I'll come up with a suitable name for him," he said, petting the kitten's back. Draco paused. "We don't have any kitten supplies."
Harry turned out his pockets, producing several tiny objects that he re-sized. Included in the mix was a litter tray, litter, kitten kibble, two dishes, a basket, and some toys.
"Is he litter trained?" asked Draco.
"No, but that should be simple enough," Harry replied. "In the meantime, if he makes a mess, you can clean it up."
"Me?"
"Yes, you," Harry said firmly. "He is your kitten and his care will be your responsibility."
Draco's nose crinkled.
"I'm certain Molly can teach you some spells to clean up after cats," suggested Harry.
"Malfoys do not clean up...feces," Draco managed in a horrified whisper.
"That's fine," said Harry. "I'll just take Spot back to the Burrow."
"No!" Draco blurted, clutching the kitten tighter to his chest. "I want to keep Furry Spotter."
"Furry what now?!"
Draco smiled and scratched the kitten's chin. "My boyfriend is Harry Potter, and now I have a kitten named Furry Spotter," he said.
When Harry just gaped at him, he added, "You know, because he's furry and he has spots."
Harry narrowed his eyes. "What does that say about me?"
"Well, you're somewhat hairy, and...you have been rumored to smoke pot."
"What?!"
"Harry, you're frightening Furry!"
Harry threw his hands up in defeat and walked away from the conversation. He hadn't managed three steps before he was nearly trampled by a white ferret, which was being chased by the spotted kitten.
"Don't you encourage Spot to be naughty!" Harry called after his rampaging boyfriend. "You're meant to be teaching him some manners."
The ferret and the kitten made a loop through the kitchen and came pelting back. Harry had to dance out of the way, and he swore he heard Draco chittering a laugh at him.
"Bloody hell," grumbled Harry. "Why did I think getting him a kitten was a good idea?"
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