Catnipped 7
Title: Catnipped 7
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, catboy!Draco, Ron/Hermione
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Mild angst *flees the angry mob of fluffertons*
Word count: 740
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 sorringmay, who asked for an update to this arc. Sorry you got stuck with this chapter.
Summary: Ron and Hermione retrieve Draco from Harry.
Pushing aside his doldrums from the night before, Harry took the time to go outside in the garden with Malfoy. In true cat form, Malfoy raced around chasing butterflies and faeries before stretching out on the grass in a sunny spot. From where he was sat, Harry could hear Malfoy purring in contentment. Harry sighed as he realized that soon his overgrown feline companion would be gone. He had never considered himself lonely before, but the thought of having the house to himself again seemed rather sobering.
It was mid-afternoon when Hermione called Harry on his cell phone. "Ginny is home with the baby now, and Ron has taken Cindy home," she informed him. "Also, the antidote for Malfoy has been deemed ready. Ron and I will be by to pick him up." With a laugh, she added, "I reckon you're eager to be rid of him."
"Yeah," Harry replied with a half-hearted smile. Once Hermione had ended the conversation, he wandered listlessly over to the sofa and sat down. Patting the cushion beside him to beckon Malfoy over, Harry sighed in bittersweet delight when Malfoy immediately bounced onto the sofa to join him. Of course, the big dunce immediately flopped onto his back and stretched his arms overhead, baring his tummy in a blatant demand for a belly-rub. Harry indulged Malfoy with a melancholy laugh, petting his hand in small circles over Malfoy's stomach. Malfoy's raucous purr was almost deafening, and Harry couldn't resist the urge to sift the fingers of his other hand into blond hair to lightly stroke the tip of one of Malfoy's downy, pointed ears. Not surprisingly, the volume of purring ratcheted up a notch.
Malfoy was startled when the Floo flared into life, and he sprang from the sofa and attempted to duck behind it. Hermione stepped through the Floo, followed by her husband. She took one look at the half of Malfoy that hadn't managed to squeeze behind the sofa and shook her head with a sigh. "Here, kitty kitty," she called.
Malfoy ventured out of hiding. "Merow?"
Hermione pulled a small bag from her pocket and shook it. Malfoy darted over immediately and was rewarded with a small treat. "I'm sorry it took us so long to come up with the means to cure Malfoy," Hermione apologized, "but with having to care for Cindy the past few days, it was difficult to get time to research."
"That's quite alright," Harry said woodenly. "He really wasn't a bother at all."
Ron reached out and closed a hand around Malfoy's upper arm. "We'll take it from here," he told Harry. "I reckon you'll be glad to be rid of this prat, right mate?"
Malfoy hissed at him and tried to tug free, and Harry rose to his feet and took a step forward before catching himself. He'd had the puzzling urge to rescue Draco from Ron's unrelenting grip.
Ron began tugging Malfoy in the direction of the Floo while his charge dug in his heels and yowled in protest. He struggled until he broke free, whereupon he raced to Harry's side and clung to him. Harry automatically wrapped an arm around Malfoy's trembling body, and his stomach gave a lurch when he saw Ron striding toward them, expression grimly determined.
"Come along, ferret boy," Ron said, grasping Malfoy by the arm and the collar of his shirt. "Or should I say cat boy?" He laughed at his own joke as he dragged Malfoy, spitting and wailing, to the Floo. Ron tossed a pinch of powder in and called out, "St Mungo's!" He and Malfoy disappeared in a flash of green, leaving Harry to stand staring after them, feeling oddly bereft.
"I'll call you later to tell you how it goes."
Hermione's voice roused Harry from his musings, and he glanced at her, surprised to see she was still here. "What?" he asked before her words registered. "Oh, yes of course, please let me know how things turn out."
Hermione nodded once before stepping into the Floo and vanishing.
Harry's legs folded beneath him, and he sank onto the sofa hoping he would be able to get the image of Malfoy's frightened, stricken face out of his mind so he could sleep that night.
~tbc~
Catnipped 8
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, catboy!Draco, Ron/Hermione
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Mild angst *flees the angry mob of fluffertons*
Word count: 740
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 sorringmay, who asked for an update to this arc. Sorry you got stuck with this chapter.
Summary: Ron and Hermione retrieve Draco from Harry.
Pushing aside his doldrums from the night before, Harry took the time to go outside in the garden with Malfoy. In true cat form, Malfoy raced around chasing butterflies and faeries before stretching out on the grass in a sunny spot. From where he was sat, Harry could hear Malfoy purring in contentment. Harry sighed as he realized that soon his overgrown feline companion would be gone. He had never considered himself lonely before, but the thought of having the house to himself again seemed rather sobering.
It was mid-afternoon when Hermione called Harry on his cell phone. "Ginny is home with the baby now, and Ron has taken Cindy home," she informed him. "Also, the antidote for Malfoy has been deemed ready. Ron and I will be by to pick him up." With a laugh, she added, "I reckon you're eager to be rid of him."
"Yeah," Harry replied with a half-hearted smile. Once Hermione had ended the conversation, he wandered listlessly over to the sofa and sat down. Patting the cushion beside him to beckon Malfoy over, Harry sighed in bittersweet delight when Malfoy immediately bounced onto the sofa to join him. Of course, the big dunce immediately flopped onto his back and stretched his arms overhead, baring his tummy in a blatant demand for a belly-rub. Harry indulged Malfoy with a melancholy laugh, petting his hand in small circles over Malfoy's stomach. Malfoy's raucous purr was almost deafening, and Harry couldn't resist the urge to sift the fingers of his other hand into blond hair to lightly stroke the tip of one of Malfoy's downy, pointed ears. Not surprisingly, the volume of purring ratcheted up a notch.
Malfoy was startled when the Floo flared into life, and he sprang from the sofa and attempted to duck behind it. Hermione stepped through the Floo, followed by her husband. She took one look at the half of Malfoy that hadn't managed to squeeze behind the sofa and shook her head with a sigh. "Here, kitty kitty," she called.
Malfoy ventured out of hiding. "Merow?"
Hermione pulled a small bag from her pocket and shook it. Malfoy darted over immediately and was rewarded with a small treat. "I'm sorry it took us so long to come up with the means to cure Malfoy," Hermione apologized, "but with having to care for Cindy the past few days, it was difficult to get time to research."
"That's quite alright," Harry said woodenly. "He really wasn't a bother at all."
Ron reached out and closed a hand around Malfoy's upper arm. "We'll take it from here," he told Harry. "I reckon you'll be glad to be rid of this prat, right mate?"
Malfoy hissed at him and tried to tug free, and Harry rose to his feet and took a step forward before catching himself. He'd had the puzzling urge to rescue Draco from Ron's unrelenting grip.
Ron began tugging Malfoy in the direction of the Floo while his charge dug in his heels and yowled in protest. He struggled until he broke free, whereupon he raced to Harry's side and clung to him. Harry automatically wrapped an arm around Malfoy's trembling body, and his stomach gave a lurch when he saw Ron striding toward them, expression grimly determined.
"Come along, ferret boy," Ron said, grasping Malfoy by the arm and the collar of his shirt. "Or should I say cat boy?" He laughed at his own joke as he dragged Malfoy, spitting and wailing, to the Floo. Ron tossed a pinch of powder in and called out, "St Mungo's!" He and Malfoy disappeared in a flash of green, leaving Harry to stand staring after them, feeling oddly bereft.
"I'll call you later to tell you how it goes."
Hermione's voice roused Harry from his musings, and he glanced at her, surprised to see she was still here. "What?" he asked before her words registered. "Oh, yes of course, please let me know how things turn out."
Hermione nodded once before stepping into the Floo and vanishing.
Harry's legs folded beneath him, and he sank onto the sofa hoping he would be able to get the image of Malfoy's frightened, stricken face out of his mind so he could sleep that night.
~tbc~
Catnipped 8