That Damned Cat
Title: That Damned Cat
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, omc
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): None
Word count: 550
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 requested more of my White Cat verse
Summary: The neighbors are complaining, and it's all Draco's fault.
Harry's telephone rang, and he ambled over to pick it up. "Hullo?"
"Potter, this is Mr Ditsworth," said an unfamiliar voice. "I own the home in back of yours."
"Oh, yes!" said Harry. "And, how is Mrs Ditsworth?"
"She's as vexed as I am at the moment." Mr Ditsworth replied.
Harry began to get a bad feeling. "What seems to be the problem, sir?" he asked.
"That bloody cat of yours keeps tormenting our Precious," Mr Ditsworth seethed.
Harry's hand tightened on the telephone. "Precious?" he repeated faintly.
"Our dog, Mr Potter."
"What is Dra...er, Fluffy doing to your dog?" Harry asked. He dreaded the answer.
"Why, that damned cat keeps running along the top of the fence between our gardens, driving poor Precious into a frenzy. All of that barking is driving us quite mad!"
"I see..." Harry mused. Now that Mr Ditsworth had mentioned it, Harry could hear sharp yaps coming from the direction of the garden. He cleared his throat. "I'll have a word...that is, I'll bring Fluffy in straight away, Mr Ditsworth," Harry promised.
~*~
Harry stepped outside and looked towards the bottom of the garden. The yapping was louder now and quite unmistakable. Harry shaded his eyes from the sun. Just as Mr Ditsworth had claimed, there was a white cat atop the fence, clearly taunting the dog on the other side.
"Draco!" Harry called. "Get down from there!"
A white ear flicked in Harry's direction. Other than that, Draco ignored him.
Harry's lips thinned in irritation, and he began striding through the garden, intent on his target. Draco's head turned at Harry's approach. He hissed, and his tail lashed side to side.
"Come here, you furry toss pot," grumbled Harry. He reached for Draco, only to draw his hand back with a pained yelp. Draco had scratched him.
"Get down from there this instant," Harry demanded in a harsh whisper. "The neighbors rang me to complain about your behavior!"
Draco yawned and began washing his paw.
"Accio, Draco!"
With a startled yowl, Draco flew straight into Harry's waiting arms. Harry knew that from a distance, it would have appeared as if the cat had jumped into his arms. He got a firm grip on Draco and marched his trouble-making boyfriend back to their house. Draco growled and dug his claws in, but Harry refused to relinquish his hold. Once inside the house, he tossed Draco unceremoniously onto the sofa.
Draco bounced once on his paws before transforming into a human once more. "How dare you?!" he raged, springing to his feet to confront Harry.
"How dare I?!" Harry yelled back. "You're the one causing trouble by tormenting the neighbors' dog!"
Draco sniffed with disdain. "I can't help myself," he said.
Harry's jaw dropped. "Can't help yourself?!" he sputtered. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"When I'm a cat, I am compelled to taunt dogs," Draco said. "Besides, that mouthy little mongrel deserved it."
"You're a menace," Harry grumbled. He absently rubbed at the claw marks on one arm. "Annoying the neighbors, making a nuisance of yourself..." Harry glanced up at Draco and scowled. "What am I to do with you?"
Draco smirked and suggested, "How about a good shag?"
Sun Warmed
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco, omc
Rating: PG13
Warning(s): None
Word count: 550
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 requested more of my White Cat verse
Summary: The neighbors are complaining, and it's all Draco's fault.
Harry's telephone rang, and he ambled over to pick it up. "Hullo?"
"Potter, this is Mr Ditsworth," said an unfamiliar voice. "I own the home in back of yours."
"Oh, yes!" said Harry. "And, how is Mrs Ditsworth?"
"She's as vexed as I am at the moment." Mr Ditsworth replied.
Harry began to get a bad feeling. "What seems to be the problem, sir?" he asked.
"That bloody cat of yours keeps tormenting our Precious," Mr Ditsworth seethed.
Harry's hand tightened on the telephone. "Precious?" he repeated faintly.
"Our dog, Mr Potter."
"What is Dra...er, Fluffy doing to your dog?" Harry asked. He dreaded the answer.
"Why, that damned cat keeps running along the top of the fence between our gardens, driving poor Precious into a frenzy. All of that barking is driving us quite mad!"
"I see..." Harry mused. Now that Mr Ditsworth had mentioned it, Harry could hear sharp yaps coming from the direction of the garden. He cleared his throat. "I'll have a word...that is, I'll bring Fluffy in straight away, Mr Ditsworth," Harry promised.
~*~
Harry stepped outside and looked towards the bottom of the garden. The yapping was louder now and quite unmistakable. Harry shaded his eyes from the sun. Just as Mr Ditsworth had claimed, there was a white cat atop the fence, clearly taunting the dog on the other side.
"Draco!" Harry called. "Get down from there!"
A white ear flicked in Harry's direction. Other than that, Draco ignored him.
Harry's lips thinned in irritation, and he began striding through the garden, intent on his target. Draco's head turned at Harry's approach. He hissed, and his tail lashed side to side.
"Come here, you furry toss pot," grumbled Harry. He reached for Draco, only to draw his hand back with a pained yelp. Draco had scratched him.
"Get down from there this instant," Harry demanded in a harsh whisper. "The neighbors rang me to complain about your behavior!"
Draco yawned and began washing his paw.
"Accio, Draco!"
With a startled yowl, Draco flew straight into Harry's waiting arms. Harry knew that from a distance, it would have appeared as if the cat had jumped into his arms. He got a firm grip on Draco and marched his trouble-making boyfriend back to their house. Draco growled and dug his claws in, but Harry refused to relinquish his hold. Once inside the house, he tossed Draco unceremoniously onto the sofa.
Draco bounced once on his paws before transforming into a human once more. "How dare you?!" he raged, springing to his feet to confront Harry.
"How dare I?!" Harry yelled back. "You're the one causing trouble by tormenting the neighbors' dog!"
Draco sniffed with disdain. "I can't help myself," he said.
Harry's jaw dropped. "Can't help yourself?!" he sputtered. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"When I'm a cat, I am compelled to taunt dogs," Draco said. "Besides, that mouthy little mongrel deserved it."
"You're a menace," Harry grumbled. He absently rubbed at the claw marks on one arm. "Annoying the neighbors, making a nuisance of yourself..." Harry glanced up at Draco and scowled. "What am I to do with you?"
Draco smirked and suggested, "How about a good shag?"
Sun Warmed