Birthday!gift: Catnipped 3
Title: Catnipped 3
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, catboy!Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion, mention of wanking
Word count: 710
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for stonestone, who asked for more of catboy!Draco. Sequel to Catnipped 2
Summary: Harry adjusts to life with a human-sized feline.
Harry froze and his breath caught in his lungs when he felt Malfoy's hand settle on his stomach and gently begin to knead him. A rumbling purr sounded from Malfoy's throat, indicative of his current level of contentment. Harry's unruly flesh responded to the physical contact by swelling and hardening in his pyjamas in a wholly inappropriate manner. Harry was mortified. This was wrong, so terribly wrong, and Malfoy, still of the opinion that he was a cat, was purring away as if nothing untoward was happening. Unable to stand it any longer, Harry pushed Malfoy's hand away. "Sssst, bad cat!"
Malfoy hissed at him and sprang off the bed before rushing out of the room. Harry made his own dash for the loo, where he shut the door and tossed off quickly. After he'd cleaned up, Harry returned to his bedroom, only to discover Malfoy sleeping at the foot of his bed. Unwilling to scare him again, Harry resolutely climbed back in bed and drew the covers up. He found he couldn't stretch out with Malfoy draped over the end of his bed, so with a grimace, Harry turned to his side and pulled his knees up and tried to get some sleep.
~*~
In the morning, Harry was awakened by Malfoy pawing insistently at him, dragging the blankets down as he did so.
"Wha zuh?" Harry mumbled, fumbling for his glasses.
"Merow?"
Harry realized Malfoy needed to relieve himself, so he blearily stumbled out of bed and let the blond out the kitchen door. Malfoy bounded out into the garden, disappearing around a hedge. Harry put some water to boiling for tea and he set a bowl of fresh, cool cream on the table for Malfoy. A scratch at the door alerted him to his guest's return, and Harry let him back in. Malfoy hopped on his chair and lapped up the cream while Harry sipped his tea. Malfoy finished and glanced up, licking his lips. "Merow?"
"Alright, I'll make us breakfast," Harry sighed. He proceeded to scramble several eggs and fry some bacon while fending off feline assistance. When he finally dished up the food, Malfoy fell on his and devoured it with great gusto, even going so far as to lick his plate. He began to lick his fingers, then paused to belch. The rude sound startled a laugh out of Harry, and he saw Malfoy's ears twitch beneath his hair while he glared. Belatedly, Harry recalled that cats hated to be laughed at. Come to think of it, Malfoy had always hated to be laughed at. "Being a cat suits you," Harry declared with a nod. Malfoy ignored him and went back to licking his fingers delicately. Undeterred, Harry continued. "You're vain and flighty, obsessed with grooming, and you hiss and sneer a lot. Also, you're greedy and demanding."
Malfoy yawned hugely, then slid off his chair to flop on the floor in a square of sunlight that was spilling in from one of the windows. Harry went to the living room and called Hermione using his cell phone.
"Hi, Hermione. How's Christopher doing? That's great. What about Gin? Yes, I imagine it's been quite rough for her. Is Cindy getting along? That's good. Yes, yes, he's fine. He's found a spot of sun in the kitchen. Last night? He, uh, he slept on the sofa...I think. No, he hasn't been a bother, but it's quite odd, Hermione. Are you any closer to finding a spell to counter the hex that made him like this? Yes, I realize you've been busy with Cindy, but...Yes, he can stay here for another day or two, but after that he's going to the pound. Just...Hermione...wait...it was a joke! Of course, I wouldn't send him to a pound. Honestly. No, you don't need to make other arrangements, I don't mind...hang on second, will you?
"Malfoy, what are you...is that the catnip?! Get out of that! Bad cat! Bad! Hermione, listen, I have to go!"
Catnipped 4
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, catboy!Draco
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): Suggestion, mention of wanking
Word count: 710
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written as a birthday gift for stonestone, who asked for more of catboy!Draco. Sequel to Catnipped 2
Summary: Harry adjusts to life with a human-sized feline.
Harry froze and his breath caught in his lungs when he felt Malfoy's hand settle on his stomach and gently begin to knead him. A rumbling purr sounded from Malfoy's throat, indicative of his current level of contentment. Harry's unruly flesh responded to the physical contact by swelling and hardening in his pyjamas in a wholly inappropriate manner. Harry was mortified. This was wrong, so terribly wrong, and Malfoy, still of the opinion that he was a cat, was purring away as if nothing untoward was happening. Unable to stand it any longer, Harry pushed Malfoy's hand away. "Sssst, bad cat!"
Malfoy hissed at him and sprang off the bed before rushing out of the room. Harry made his own dash for the loo, where he shut the door and tossed off quickly. After he'd cleaned up, Harry returned to his bedroom, only to discover Malfoy sleeping at the foot of his bed. Unwilling to scare him again, Harry resolutely climbed back in bed and drew the covers up. He found he couldn't stretch out with Malfoy draped over the end of his bed, so with a grimace, Harry turned to his side and pulled his knees up and tried to get some sleep.
~*~
In the morning, Harry was awakened by Malfoy pawing insistently at him, dragging the blankets down as he did so.
"Wha zuh?" Harry mumbled, fumbling for his glasses.
"Merow?"
Harry realized Malfoy needed to relieve himself, so he blearily stumbled out of bed and let the blond out the kitchen door. Malfoy bounded out into the garden, disappearing around a hedge. Harry put some water to boiling for tea and he set a bowl of fresh, cool cream on the table for Malfoy. A scratch at the door alerted him to his guest's return, and Harry let him back in. Malfoy hopped on his chair and lapped up the cream while Harry sipped his tea. Malfoy finished and glanced up, licking his lips. "Merow?"
"Alright, I'll make us breakfast," Harry sighed. He proceeded to scramble several eggs and fry some bacon while fending off feline assistance. When he finally dished up the food, Malfoy fell on his and devoured it with great gusto, even going so far as to lick his plate. He began to lick his fingers, then paused to belch. The rude sound startled a laugh out of Harry, and he saw Malfoy's ears twitch beneath his hair while he glared. Belatedly, Harry recalled that cats hated to be laughed at. Come to think of it, Malfoy had always hated to be laughed at. "Being a cat suits you," Harry declared with a nod. Malfoy ignored him and went back to licking his fingers delicately. Undeterred, Harry continued. "You're vain and flighty, obsessed with grooming, and you hiss and sneer a lot. Also, you're greedy and demanding."
Malfoy yawned hugely, then slid off his chair to flop on the floor in a square of sunlight that was spilling in from one of the windows. Harry went to the living room and called Hermione using his cell phone.
"Hi, Hermione. How's Christopher doing? That's great. What about Gin? Yes, I imagine it's been quite rough for her. Is Cindy getting along? That's good. Yes, yes, he's fine. He's found a spot of sun in the kitchen. Last night? He, uh, he slept on the sofa...I think. No, he hasn't been a bother, but it's quite odd, Hermione. Are you any closer to finding a spell to counter the hex that made him like this? Yes, I realize you've been busy with Cindy, but...Yes, he can stay here for another day or two, but after that he's going to the pound. Just...Hermione...wait...it was a joke! Of course, I wouldn't send him to a pound. Honestly. No, you don't need to make other arrangements, I don't mind...hang on second, will you?
"Malfoy, what are you...is that the catnip?! Get out of that! Bad cat! Bad! Hermione, listen, I have to go!"
Catnipped 4