RP: Must it be morning?
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger
Location: Draco's flat
Date: 28 March 2000, morning
Status: Private
Summary: Good morning! - Crookshanks stalks a ferret
Completion: Complete.
Draco's chest ached. Bad dream, too much exercise, he didn't know what the problem was. All he knew was that it was difficult to breathe. He opened his eyes, and discovered the reason. A large, orange cat, sitting Sphinx-like on his chest and staring at him with an expression that boded. What it boded, he also didn't know, but it couldn't be anything good.
He stared back at Crookshanks and after a moment realized he was being watched. From above. He slowly tipped his head back to see Osiris sitting on the headboard, peering down at him like a fuzzy vulture. Osiris tipped his head and chirruped at Draco, who attempted to take a deep breath and squeaked when four sets of claws pricked his bare skin.
Draco tried to move, and found only one arm free. The other was trapped in a cloud of hair, fingers tangled up and entwined. He flexed his hand in attempts to free it, and succeeded in making the situation worse. After a minute's pause and muttered curse at the universe's sense of humor, Draco spoke, voice rough with sleep. "Granger. Granger. Granger. Wake up, woman." He took as deep a breath as he could manage with weight and claws on his chest. "And move your damned cat."
Location: Draco's flat
Date: 28 March 2000, morning
Status: Private
Summary: Good morning! - Crookshanks stalks a ferret
Completion: Complete.
Draco's chest ached. Bad dream, too much exercise, he didn't know what the problem was. All he knew was that it was difficult to breathe. He opened his eyes, and discovered the reason. A large, orange cat, sitting Sphinx-like on his chest and staring at him with an expression that boded. What it boded, he also didn't know, but it couldn't be anything good.
He stared back at Crookshanks and after a moment realized he was being watched. From above. He slowly tipped his head back to see Osiris sitting on the headboard, peering down at him like a fuzzy vulture. Osiris tipped his head and chirruped at Draco, who attempted to take a deep breath and squeaked when four sets of claws pricked his bare skin.
Draco tried to move, and found only one arm free. The other was trapped in a cloud of hair, fingers tangled up and entwined. He flexed his hand in attempts to free it, and succeeded in making the situation worse. After a minute's pause and muttered curse at the universe's sense of humor, Draco spoke, voice rough with sleep. "Granger. Granger. Granger. Wake up, woman." He took as deep a breath as he could manage with weight and claws on his chest. "And move your damned cat."