The Mystery of the Disappearing Socks
Title: The Mystery of the Disappearing Socks
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Cat shenanigans
Word count: 975
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 vaysh, using the prompts books, cats, shelves
♦ Birthday gift for bloodisshrp, using the prompts blue, socks, cats
This follows Available Cats, but it can be read alone.
Summary: Harry must solve the Mystery of the Disappearing Socks.
"Draco, have you seen my blue socks?"
Draco rolled his eyes behind the Daily Prophet. "Where did you leave them?" he asked.
"If I knew where I left them, I wouldn't be searching for them!" Harry cried. He bent to peer beneath the sofa.
"If you washed your socks more often, they wouldn't crawl away and hide," Draco drawled.
"Very funny, you plonker."
Draco set the paper aside and shifted his cat, Orion, off of his lap. He looked around and frowned. "Where is Lacy?" Harry's kitten was an utter menace, and there was no telling what mischief she was getting into. "Harry, if she is in the study, pulling my books off of the shelves again, I will Transfigure her into a hat for my mother."
"Hush, Draco, she may hear you."
"Harry, I am quite certain that she wouldn't understand a word I said, nor would she care," said Draco. "Lacy is incorrigible."
Harry glanced up at him and grinned. "She's a rebel," he said.
Draco simply shook his head. "I knew there was a reason you chose her," he sighed.
"She's a cat after my own heart," Harry said with a laugh.
Draco's attention shifted to the doorway, and his eyebrows rose. "She's also a cat after your pants, apparently."
Harry turned to look at where Draco was pointing. His fluffy white kitten was making her way slowly past the doorway, struggling to drag a pair of Harry's cast-off pants with her.
"Lacy!" cried Harry, aghast at her thievery.
The kitten dropped Harry's pants and scampered away. Harry strode over to retrieve them, only to be brought up short by Draco.
"Wait, Harry," said Draco. "Leave your pants there and see if she comes back for them. If you follow her, you may find your socks."
Harry snorted. "That's absurd."
"More absurd than seeing her dragging your pants through the house?"
"You have a point," Harry conceded, ruffling his hair with one hand. He dropped onto the sofa, positioning himself where he could keep an eye on his pants in the hallway.
"The great Harry Potter, reduced to conducting surveillance on pants."
"Shut it," growled Harry. He had to fight to keep the smile off of his face. The situation was rather comical. Orion abandoned Draco to come curl up on Harry's lap. Harry grinned and scratched the old tom's head, eliciting a throaty purr from him. Draco went back to reading the Prophet, while Harry kept watch on his pants. He didn't realize his eyes had grown so heavy until he heard Draco hiss his name.
"Harry!"
Harry started, then froze in place. Lacy had returned and was inching cautiously toward his pants. Harry stifled a snicker as he imagined what her reaction should be, were he to draw his wand and levitate the pants in front of her. Prudence won out, however, as Harry's desire to solve the mystery of the disappearing socks was stronger than the temptation to tease his kitten.
Lacy pawed at the pants before grabbing one edge of the waistband in her mouth. She resumed dragging her prey away again. Harry waited until Lacy was out of sight before setting Orion aside and sneaking to the doorway of the living room. He was just in time to see his pair of pants disappear into the parlor.
Harry tiptoed through the hall and plastered his back to the wall before taking a furtive peek around the corner and into the parlor. Lacy had dropped Harry's pants and was busy washing her paws. Harry ducked back beyond the threshold and waited. After one full minute, he risked a quick look into the parlor again. Lacy was inside one of the cat condos, and she was tugging Harry's pants in there after her. Harry smiled and returned to the living room.
Draco's face appeared from behind the paper. "Did you solve the riddle?"
"She is dragging her prey into the cat condo in the parlor," said Harry.
"Were your socks in there, as well?"
"I didn't look to see," Harry replied. "I reckoned I'd wait until she came out and then check."
Draco nodded his acceptance of Harry's plan and flipped the paper back up to reading level. "It says here that you and Granger are secretly seeing one another."
"If it's in the paper, it's no longer a secret," Harry said, rolling his eyes.
"Does Weasley know you're having an affair with his wife?"
"Hermione and I had lunch one day last week," Harry replied. "I had a ham and swiss on rye, and she had Cobb salad. It was all quite boring, I assure you."
"Shall we have lunch together to see if the Prophet reports that you are desperately making amends?"
"Only if you're buying," drawled Harry. "Say, shouldn't Lacy have come by again?"
"Perhaps you should see what the little minx is up to."
Harry heaved another sigh and stood up. He crossed to the doorway and looked down the hall. There was no fluffy white kitten to be seen. Harry's lips thinned, and he strode into the parlor. He bent down to peer into the cat condo.
Meow?
"Are you taking a nap in there?!" Harry demanded sternly. "On my pants?!" He drummed his fingers on the floor, and Lacy emerged from the condo, yawning and stretching before she batted idly at Harry's fingers.
Harry reached into her lair to snag his pants, coming up with a white sock instead. "What the...?" Harry put his hand into the condo again and felt around. There were several items inside. He pulled out his pants, the missing pair of blue socks, an old T-shirt, and...
"Oy!" Draco exclaimed from the doorway. "That's my silk tie!"
Seduction Interrupted
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Cat shenanigans
Word count: 975
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 vaysh, using the prompts books, cats, shelves
♦ Birthday gift for bloodisshrp, using the prompts blue, socks, cats
This follows Available Cats, but it can be read alone.
Summary: Harry must solve the Mystery of the Disappearing Socks.
"Draco, have you seen my blue socks?"
Draco rolled his eyes behind the Daily Prophet. "Where did you leave them?" he asked.
"If I knew where I left them, I wouldn't be searching for them!" Harry cried. He bent to peer beneath the sofa.
"If you washed your socks more often, they wouldn't crawl away and hide," Draco drawled.
"Very funny, you plonker."
Draco set the paper aside and shifted his cat, Orion, off of his lap. He looked around and frowned. "Where is Lacy?" Harry's kitten was an utter menace, and there was no telling what mischief she was getting into. "Harry, if she is in the study, pulling my books off of the shelves again, I will Transfigure her into a hat for my mother."
"Hush, Draco, she may hear you."
"Harry, I am quite certain that she wouldn't understand a word I said, nor would she care," said Draco. "Lacy is incorrigible."
Harry glanced up at him and grinned. "She's a rebel," he said.
Draco simply shook his head. "I knew there was a reason you chose her," he sighed.
"She's a cat after my own heart," Harry said with a laugh.
Draco's attention shifted to the doorway, and his eyebrows rose. "She's also a cat after your pants, apparently."
Harry turned to look at where Draco was pointing. His fluffy white kitten was making her way slowly past the doorway, struggling to drag a pair of Harry's cast-off pants with her.
"Lacy!" cried Harry, aghast at her thievery.
The kitten dropped Harry's pants and scampered away. Harry strode over to retrieve them, only to be brought up short by Draco.
"Wait, Harry," said Draco. "Leave your pants there and see if she comes back for them. If you follow her, you may find your socks."
Harry snorted. "That's absurd."
"More absurd than seeing her dragging your pants through the house?"
"You have a point," Harry conceded, ruffling his hair with one hand. He dropped onto the sofa, positioning himself where he could keep an eye on his pants in the hallway.
"The great Harry Potter, reduced to conducting surveillance on pants."
"Shut it," growled Harry. He had to fight to keep the smile off of his face. The situation was rather comical. Orion abandoned Draco to come curl up on Harry's lap. Harry grinned and scratched the old tom's head, eliciting a throaty purr from him. Draco went back to reading the Prophet, while Harry kept watch on his pants. He didn't realize his eyes had grown so heavy until he heard Draco hiss his name.
"Harry!"
Harry started, then froze in place. Lacy had returned and was inching cautiously toward his pants. Harry stifled a snicker as he imagined what her reaction should be, were he to draw his wand and levitate the pants in front of her. Prudence won out, however, as Harry's desire to solve the mystery of the disappearing socks was stronger than the temptation to tease his kitten.
Lacy pawed at the pants before grabbing one edge of the waistband in her mouth. She resumed dragging her prey away again. Harry waited until Lacy was out of sight before setting Orion aside and sneaking to the doorway of the living room. He was just in time to see his pair of pants disappear into the parlor.
Harry tiptoed through the hall and plastered his back to the wall before taking a furtive peek around the corner and into the parlor. Lacy had dropped Harry's pants and was busy washing her paws. Harry ducked back beyond the threshold and waited. After one full minute, he risked a quick look into the parlor again. Lacy was inside one of the cat condos, and she was tugging Harry's pants in there after her. Harry smiled and returned to the living room.
Draco's face appeared from behind the paper. "Did you solve the riddle?"
"She is dragging her prey into the cat condo in the parlor," said Harry.
"Were your socks in there, as well?"
"I didn't look to see," Harry replied. "I reckoned I'd wait until she came out and then check."
Draco nodded his acceptance of Harry's plan and flipped the paper back up to reading level. "It says here that you and Granger are secretly seeing one another."
"If it's in the paper, it's no longer a secret," Harry said, rolling his eyes.
"Does Weasley know you're having an affair with his wife?"
"Hermione and I had lunch one day last week," Harry replied. "I had a ham and swiss on rye, and she had Cobb salad. It was all quite boring, I assure you."
"Shall we have lunch together to see if the Prophet reports that you are desperately making amends?"
"Only if you're buying," drawled Harry. "Say, shouldn't Lacy have come by again?"
"Perhaps you should see what the little minx is up to."
Harry heaved another sigh and stood up. He crossed to the doorway and looked down the hall. There was no fluffy white kitten to be seen. Harry's lips thinned, and he strode into the parlor. He bent down to peer into the cat condo.
Meow?
"Are you taking a nap in there?!" Harry demanded sternly. "On my pants?!" He drummed his fingers on the floor, and Lacy emerged from the condo, yawning and stretching before she batted idly at Harry's fingers.
Harry reached into her lair to snag his pants, coming up with a white sock instead. "What the...?" Harry put his hand into the condo again and felt around. There were several items inside. He pulled out his pants, the missing pair of blue socks, an old T-shirt, and...
"Oy!" Draco exclaimed from the doorway. "That's my silk tie!"
Seduction Interrupted