Halloween Treat for Inamac
Gift for: inamac
From: enchanted_jae
Title: Especially at Halloween
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: G
Warnings: Fluff
Summary: Being married to an Animagus can be trying.
"Harry, I've been looking all over for you," Draco chided. He bent down and scooped up the black cat that had intercepted him on the foot path and began twining around his legs. "I wish you would cease roaming around our estate in this form, especially at Halloween," said Draco. Being married to an Animagus could be trying.
A purr was the only response as the cat bunted Draco's chin.
Draco rubbed velvety ears as he turned and headed back towards their house. "You could have been attacked by old man Burncoate's Doberman," Draco continued. "And, for the love of Salazar, why am I carrying you? You're certainly capable of walking home on your own."
Draco let himself into the house and entered the parlor, where a fire was burning in the grate. He stopped dead at the sight of his husband, who was sitting at one end of the sofa with a mug of hot chocolate in hand.
Harry's brows rose. "What are you doing with that cat?" he asked.
"I thought it was you!"
"Clearly, you were mistaken," said Harry. "That's Greta, the neighbor's cat. Put her back outside before crazy Mrs Nuttleman accuses us of stealing her."
From: enchanted_jae
Title: Especially at Halloween
Pairing: Draco/Harry
Rating: G
Warnings: Fluff
Summary: Being married to an Animagus can be trying.
"Harry, I've been looking all over for you," Draco chided. He bent down and scooped up the black cat that had intercepted him on the foot path and began twining around his legs. "I wish you would cease roaming around our estate in this form, especially at Halloween," said Draco. Being married to an Animagus could be trying.
A purr was the only response as the cat bunted Draco's chin.
Draco rubbed velvety ears as he turned and headed back towards their house. "You could have been attacked by old man Burncoate's Doberman," Draco continued. "And, for the love of Salazar, why am I carrying you? You're certainly capable of walking home on your own."
Draco let himself into the house and entered the parlor, where a fire was burning in the grate. He stopped dead at the sight of his husband, who was sitting at one end of the sofa with a mug of hot chocolate in hand.
Harry's brows rose. "What are you doing with that cat?" he asked.
"I thought it was you!"
"Clearly, you were mistaken," said Harry. "That's Greta, the neighbor's cat. Put her back outside before crazy Mrs Nuttleman accuses us of stealing her."