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The Cat's Out of the Bag (Part 2)

For the next few days, Harry remained stuck in his cat form, spending his time following Draco around the Slytherin dorms. Every night, Draco would bring him back to the common room, and every night, Draco would talk to the cat (to Harry) as if unburdening his soul to a secret-keeper who could never reveal what he said.

Harry's mind was still reeling from Draco's confession. Draco Malfoy-the boy who had tormented him for years-had feelings for him. Not hatred or rivalry, but actual feelings. It was shocking, confusing, and honestly, a little overwhelming.

But despite how strange it was, Harry found himself wanting to listen to Draco more. Every time Draco opened up, there was a softness, a vulnerability in his voice that Harry had never heard before. Draco would talk about the pressures of being a Malfoy, the expectations placed on him after the war, and the guilt he carried for the things he'd done. It made Harry see him in a new light-one that made Draco seem far more human than he'd ever thought possible.

And yet, the knowledge that Draco had feelings for him made everything more complicated. Harry had never considered Draco as anything other than a rival, but now... now he wasn't so sure.

One evening, after another long day of being stuck in his cat form, Harry found himself curled up on Draco's lap by the fireplace. Draco absentmindedly stroked his fur, his fingers gently combing through the soft black hair, and Harry had to admit that he didn't entirely hate it.

"It's weird, you know," Draco murmured, his voice quiet. "How much easier it is to talk to you like this. You don't judge, you don't ask questions. You just... listen."

Harry purred softly, the sound vibrating in his chest. It was strange, but comforting, to know that Draco found some sort of solace in talking to him, even if he didn't know who he was really talking to.

Draco sighed, leaning back in his chair, his hand resting on Harry's head. "If only things were this simple with Potter. I wouldn't know where to start with him."

Harry's ears perked up at the mention of his name. He watched as Draco's expression softened, the frustration in his voice giving way to something almost wistful.

"He's so infuriating sometimes," Draco muttered, shaking his head. "But he's also... well, he's more than I thought he was. He's brave, obviously, but there's something else. Something I can't quite put my finger on. And I hate that I can't stop thinking about him."

Harry's heart pounded in his chest, a strange mix of emotions swirling inside him. Draco had feelings for him-real, genuine feelings-and as much as Harry had tried to keep his distance emotionally, he found himself drawn to Draco in a way that surprised him.

He couldn't deny it anymore. He cared about Draco. More than he had expected. And now, listening to Draco confess his thoughts and fears, Harry realized that maybe those feelings weren't as one-sided as he had thought.

But how was he supposed to fix this? He was still stuck as a cat, unable to reveal his true identity, and every day that passed, Draco grew more comfortable talking to him-more open, more vulnerable.

Harry couldn't keep the secret much longer. Draco deserved to know the truth.

It wasn't until the fourth night of Harry's time as a cat that things finally came to a head.

Draco had been pacing the common room, clearly agitated about something. He hadn't said much all evening, and Harry could tell that something was weighing heavily on his mind.

Finally, Draco stopped pacing and turned to the black cat-turned to Harry. "I'm an idiot, aren't I?" Draco said, his voice strained. "I've been talking to you for days, spilling my guts like some kind of fool, and here I am, stuck. I don't know what to do about this stupid crush. I've never been good at this sort of thing."

Harry sat up, watching Draco carefully, his heart pounding. He had to do something-he couldn't let this go on. Draco needed to know.

As Draco sighed and sat down on the floor next to the fire, Harry made his decision. He padded over to the fireplace, grabbing the wand Draco had carelessly set on the nearby chair with his teeth. It was a gamble, but Harry hoped that maybe-just maybe-using Draco's wand could help him break the spell.

Draco stared at the cat in confusion as Harry hopped onto the table and placed the wand in front of him. "What are you-"

But before Draco could finish, Harry did the only thing he could think of. He swiped his paw over the wand, concentrating as hard as he could on returning to his human form. He didn't know if it would work, but he had to try.

There was a sudden burst of magic, a sharp, bright light, and in an instant, Harry felt his body shifting, transforming back into his human self. The fur receded, his limbs lengthened, and before he knew it, he was standing there-no longer a cat, but Harry Potter once again.

Draco stared at him, his mouth hanging open in shock, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Potter?"

Harry swallowed hard, feeling his heart race. "Yeah. It's me."

Draco blinked, completely frozen. "You... you were the cat?"

Harry nodded, running a hand through his messy black hair. "I got stuck like that. I was trying to figure out how to reverse the spell, but I couldn't. And then you found me, and... well..."

Draco continued to stare at him, his expression shifting from shock to something unreadable. "So, you've been listening to everything I've said? This whole time?"

Harry nodded again, his voice quieter now. "Yeah. I didn't mean to, but... I heard everything."

Draco's face flushed, his eyes flicking away in embarrassment. "I... I can't believe this. You were there, hearing everything I said about-about you."

Harry stepped closer, his voice soft and sincere. "Draco, I didn't mean for this to happen. But I'm glad it did, because now I know the truth."

Draco's breath hitched, his eyes darting nervously between Harry and the floor. "And what's that?"

Harry took a deep breath, his heart pounding as he spoke. "The truth is... I've been thinking about you too. A lot. And maybe... maybe I feel the same way."

Draco looked up sharply, his eyes wide with surprise. "You... you do?"

Harry nodded, his cheeks flushing slightly. "I didn't realize it at first, but yeah. I do."

For a long moment, they stood there in silence, the weight of everything hanging between them. And then, slowly, a small smile tugged at the corner of Draco's lips.

"Well," Draco said softly, his voice filled with something close to disbelief, "I suppose this isn't how I imagined things would go."

Harry chuckled, feeling a warmth spread through his chest. "Yeah, me neither."

Draco hesitated for a moment, before taking a small step closer. "So... what now?"

Harry smiled, his heart swelling with hope. "Now, we figure it out. Together."

Draco's smile widened, and for the first time in days, Harry felt like everything was finally falling into place.

The End... or perhaps, just the beginning.