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[infuriated]

[ OOM: Ron, Harry and cat!Draco all go to bed, but one of them wakes up in a different form... ]Draco, once a haughty Siamese, but now completely human, tumbles into the main Bar area from the door to the rooms above, sending short paranoid glances over his shoulder. He vaults a table, scattering glasses, and whirls around to crouch behind it. He

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[balletrat]

*Meg eyes him.*

Need some help, there? *she asks, not unkindly.*

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"Well, yes, I'm finding it difficult not to be naked." Draco snaps at her, trying his best not to hyperventilate.

[stupid_scar]

Harry wanted to be sick right then and there. This situation was all too familiar to him. "What?! Why?!" he yelled at Draco, his wand still pointed at him.

How could he? What's going on?

"What the hell were you bloody thinking?!" Harry continued yelling at Draco, not caring who may have heard.

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Draco couldn't quite meet her eyes, he poked absent-mindedly at some crumbs on the table. "I was turned into a cat," he said quietly, and there was obviously anger in his voice. "Weasley adopted me as his pet and... well, I wasn't entirely myself."

He shrugged, and looked up finally - but hesitantly, as though afraid of how she'd be looking at him. "I let him. I was a cat," he reminds her. "I had catty thoughts."

Remembering those catty thoughts, he screwed up his nose. He'd been so bloody complacent, it was disgusting. "Anyway, during the night the spell must have worn off and I turned back into a human. Without, er, clothes." He blushed. "I don't know where my robes are. I think the bar has my wand."

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"Esk Smith, the wizard-girl," said Draco. "I almost liked it," he added, in tones partly sheepish, but otherwise disgusted. "By the end of the week I thought fish and petting were all there was in the world."

He tilted his head in curiousity, a very feline gesture - it obviously still hadn't worn off. "Prince Wendell?"

[_righthandman_]

Chase blinks at him. Well, damn. At least if the Bar is going to do weird things to me clothing-wise, I can count on someone else having the same problem.

"You could try a bedsheet," he offers, gesturing to his own.