Operation: Drarry

Chapter 7

Draco

I woke up with a wonderful feeling. A feeling of contentment and happiness and relaxation and... Well, it was a good feeling, okay? It's no wonder that cats do it all the time, if it makes you feel this good, hell I'll do it every so hour too.

Stretching and letting out a small yawn, I looked around me, taking in my surroundings. Yip, still red and ugly, nothing has changed. And here I was hoping it was some kind of nightmare, besides the whole being in Potters arms, that was rather nice.

I padded to the side of the bed and gracefully jumped off of it. The only good thing about being a cat is, if you fall, you land on your feet. Does this mean I get nine lives as well? Because that would be brilliant.

I sniffed the air curiously, which smelled like dirty socks and too much deodorant spray, and walked to the door. Thankfully it was left slightly open so I could easily fit through it. Before I could sneak off, getting what I came for, I heard a voice...

"And where do you think you're going?"

I turned around to where I heard the deep voice come from and saw a big fat orange, which just clashed terrible with all the red, cat staring at me. I stared back at this new cat with curiosity, hoping he wasn't like Lucky and will start chancing me around.

"Out?" I answered, with a questioningly lit to it, my head crocked to the side.

"And why would you do that? We haven't got to know each other yet." The cat gave me a smile with a hint of danger to it.

I frowned at this cat, as much as a kitten can frown anyways. "Who are you?"

"Crookshanks," he said with an air of superiority, his tail twitching. I narrowed my eyes at his tone, not liking one bit that this cat, this old cranky cat, thinks he's better than me. I'll show him.

"And you are...?" asked Crookshanks looking down his nose at me. I opened my mouth to answer, but suddenly the door behind me opened wider, almost hitting me. I quickly scrambled out of the way, glaring up at the person who dares tries and hit me with the door. It was Potter. Of course.

"Oh, you're awake, that's good. I want to show you to Ginny," said Potter, all the while bending down and scooping me up as if I weighed nothing. My glare intensified.

"Stop bloody man handling me!"

"There, there," murmured Potter, thinking that I was scared and guessing wrong as to why I was meowing again. Why do I find you attractive? It's a question that I have been pondering many times and have yet to find the answer.

"And where do you think you are taking him!" shouted a very angry soundingCrookshanks. "I'm not done with him! I need to make sure he isn't here for some alternative reason!"

I looked down at the cat. "Do you think I would willingly come here?! This is like Hell for us Slytherins! None of us would so much as put a foot in here by their own choice. I mean, look at the colour scheme." I gave a shiver of disgust to prove my point.

"Ah ha! So you're a Slytherin! You have come to spy on us!"

I rolled my eyes, not bothering to say anything. I was just getting use to been petted again when suddenly I heard a squeal as close to pitch to Pansy's that I looked around, hoping to see her. Instead I got envelope by a way too excited Weasleyette, who took me away from Potters hands and into hers. I gave a squeak in surprise (Which I will deny later under the threat of torture and death), my claws coming out in fright.