Pretty Kitty (completed)

Chapter 16

Harry stared at Umbridge, face pale. In the flickering candlelight, her inquiring, pleasant smile sent shudders down his spine. He wanted to jump up and run from the room.

"Is there something the matter?" she queried, concerned. Harry heard the challenge behind the falseness. His eyes suddenly narrowed, and he clutched the quill with determination. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction of protesting.

"No, nothing," he murmured. She nodded and went back to her work. Harry stared down at the parchment for a moment, before setting his quill on it again.

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The moment Umbridge let him go for the night, Harry sped his way out of her classroom to her promise of continuing the detention the next night. When he was a corridor away, he looked around before breaking into a run.

Charlie, thankfully, hadn't accompanied him to the detention, although he'd offered. His duty seemed to end after dinner, when Harry usually went to his common room and didn't reappear until next morning.

Which was exactly what Harry planned to the moment he got back to Gryffindor tower. It was too late for anyone to have waited for him, and he had told Ron and Hermione not to. He doubted Fred and George would, anyway.

Harry clutched his hand and ran faster. When he got to the common room and saw Fred and George lounging around, planning pranks and waiting for him, he'd dashed to his dormitory amidst the puzzled callings of 'kitten?'.

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The next morning, Harry awoke to a deep throbbing emanating from his hand and his head. He groaned and lifted his hand, only to see a white bandage wrapped around it, stained with blood. Memories of last night hit him hard, and he sat up, wincing.

He staggered out of bed and into the bathroom. They usually stored pain-killing potions in the cabinet there, and Harry gratefully grabbed one of the vials, downing it quickly and grimacing at the awful taste it left behind.

He then jumped eagerly into the shower, purring as the water rained down over him.

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"Harry," a voice whispered in his cat ear as Harry stepped out of the boys dormitory. He turned to see a grinning Fred standing behind him. Harry smiled in amusement at the mischievous twinkle in the blue eyes.

"Hey," Harry greeted, "Wha-" His sentence was cut short as Fred covered his lips in a kiss, wrapping an arm around his waist. When he pulled away, Harry looked up at him, wondering what had brought on the act of affection.

"I- um... I have something to tell you," Fred said quietly, looking around and seeing a sixth year edging around them warily. Fred grinned at the boy evilly, causing him to gulp and quicken his pace until he was a safe distance away.

"You do?" Harry asked cautiously. Fred nodded and turned, bringing Harry with him, and lead him up the stairs to the dormitory he shared with George and Lee. Harry walked along beside him, staring at the redhead curiously. Fred just smirked back at him when he caught his eye, causing Harry's gaze to become suspicious.

Fred poked his head around the entrance to his dormitory and peered inside, before dragging Harry in and shutting the door. Harry was quickly pressed against said door, held by Fred's body. Fred lowered his head to capture Harry's mouth in a fiery kiss.

Harry's arms instinctively wrapped around Fred's back, his tail twining around the teen's leg. Fred pushed Harry further into the door, deepening the kiss, his tongue easily gaining access to Harry's mouth. Harry entwined his tongue around Fred's.

Harry suddenly pulled away, causing Fred to frown at him questioningly. Harry raised his eyebrows.

"What did you want to tell me?" he asked, voice cracking in the middle of the sentence as Fred bent his head to trace his tongue up Harry's neck to the back of his ear. Harry groaned as Fred's lips closed around his earlobe and sucked on it.