The Dragon's Kitten

4 - Potion Mishap

~*~*Harry's POV*~*~

I stayed away for a whole week but potions was still as hard to get through as ever. Malfoy looked almost concerned about me. When I sat down he leaned towards me and asked if I was okay. My heart was racing out of my chest.

'No!' I wanted to cry out. 'No I'm not okay. I want you to hold me. Sing me to sleep. Treat me like I'm precious.'

I knew I couldn't though and I did my best to ignore him. It was so damn hard to do when his hand was right there. Always so close to me and yet so far. He hadn't tried to pull the sleeping stunt again and I was very glad about that. That didn't make being around him any easier.

In fact it made it that much harder. I lashed out at him when he tried to get me to focus. I fought back instead of ignoring him. I wasn't numb to fighting with him anymore and it was all because I couldn't control myself around him. It was like we were in third year all over again.

I even realized that Malfoy had stopped calling me Harry. Which honestly kinda hurt but I guess I was hurting him too. Either way I was desperately trying to get out of the situation I was in. I could no longer go to sleep without my teddy and my blanket. I was constantly scared someone would find me sucking my thumb. I wasn't normal and Malfoy brought that to the surface.

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"So are you ready for potions class?"

"Hermione, I wasn't ready for the day." I sighed.

"Come on mate, don't be like that."

"I'm paired up with Malfoy for potions. How am I supposed to be exactly, Ronald?" I asked and rolled my eyes.

Snape refused to let me change partners no matter how much I begged. I had a feeling that today was the day the camel's back finally broke. I sighed as we got to the classroom and walked inside. I huffed as I took a seat next to Malfoy because I was pretty much on the verge of throwing a tantrum.

It came as no surprise to anyone when Malfoy and I started arguing. He wasn't paying attention to the damn potion and added too many scales. I lost it completely and I hit him. I didn't think it was that hard but he hit over our cauldron. As a result I was doused with the botched potion.

I wanted to break down and cry like a baby. I felt my eyes tear up before everything went black. I opened my eyes again only to realize that everyone seemed so much bigger. Something was very very very wrong. I just knew that potion had done something bad to me.

I quickly scrambled to my four feet... Wait what? I looked down and noticed I had paws. There was a new panic rising in me now. I looked around quickly and saw something shiny enough to get a reflection off of. I needed to see what had happened to me. Why was everyone staring at me?

My eyes caught my reflection and my blood drained. I wanted to scream but instead I only managed to squeak out a frustrated meow. I was a fucking cat. A Cat! Of all the things I could have been it had to be a small little fucking kitten.

I snorted and hissed at my reflection, not too happy about it. I mean seriously a fucking cat!? I could have at least been something cooler like a Tiger or a Lion. Yes they are part of the feline family but at least they're better than a damn kitten.

This whole day had turned out to be one giant "fuck you". I wish I could say it was nothing new. Honestly my worst day hadn't even come close to this disaster. My resolve to be equally irritated every day was broken though. I finally decided to pay attention to the people standing around me.