animagus, eighth year, fluff then fluff
i'm getting rather tired (and more of less pissed) by some of your comments, if you don't like it then shut the fuck up and don't read, i told you that countless of times and why is it that you need to comment things like "i don't like this" or "i'm skipping" like so? okay? no one wants to know if you skip or whatever, you don't have to drop a comment like that
enjoy reading, whatever
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"Mew," a small black kitten with green eyes strutting around, looking rather lost.
Everything was too big and he didn't know where he was heading until he heard a group of people trudging along the hallway. Harry Potter was practising his animagus form when suddenly he found himself stuck and unable to revert back.
He looked around for any glimpse of his friends but he couldn't see them. Large figures walking and Harry avoided being stomped over. His ears twitched. He mewled softly and a few girls noticed him. Although when they tried to touch him, he hissed, fur bristling before he ran off.
Some of the younger Gryffindor boys chased him and kicked him around with their feet to the point Harry injured his paw.
Bleeding, he limped towards the side of the hall with a struggle. Tired, he slumped on the ground, mewling like a cry for help.
"Hey, little guy," someone bent over to touch him and Harry flinched away, bristling. Malfoy pulled his hand back before hesitantly held it out, palms up. "Hey, hey. No, don't do that. I just wanted to help. You're injured, love. Can I touch you? Can I heal you? I swear I'm not gonna do anything else," he cooed, grey eyes eyeing him with such gentleness that he had never seen Malfoy ever emitted before.
Harry sniffed Malfoy's fingers with his tiny pink nose before licking it. "Good kitty," he spoke softly as he took out his wand and pointed it to the bleeding paw. He saw Harry flinched away in fear and Malfoy cooed again softly, reassuring. "Hey, don't be scared. I'm just gonna stop the bleeding, alright? I'm not using my wand to hurt you. I wouldn't ever do that to you. Come. You can trust me."
Harry just mewled at him and Malfoy cast a few healing spells on him in a soft voice, being gentle and mindful with him the entire time. Once it was as good as new, the Slytherin picked him up with a small smile. "There you go, tiny kitten. All good as new," he chuckled amusedly. "Anyways, you don't have a collar. Has anyone lost their pet cat? You kinda look familiar," he held Harry out in front of him, eyeing him with scrutiny.
"Nevermind," he shrugged it off as he walked to the Slytherin Common Room. "I'm gonna wash up and maybe bath you too because you're dirty. Then maybe we could go to the Great Hall and see whoever lost their cat." Harry was surprisingly comfortable in Malfoy's arms, purring when he was pampered with attention, loving the warm rubs on his belly as he snuggled closer to Malfoy without himself even noticing.
Once they arrived in the Common Room, Malfoy instantly went to the dorm and placed Harry on his bed. "Hey, I wondered if you're a male or a female," he said and lifted Harry's tail to look at his butt. If cats could blush, Harry would've done that by now. Malfoy had looked at his private parts! Regardless of the fact, he was pretty much still a cat but it was embarrassing to let your enemy see your butthole!
"Alright. So you're a male. Come on, gattino," Malfoy said, pulling him out of his revelry. He noticed the other was only covered with his towel and Harry mewled weakly.
