Cat Whiskers- Draco Malfoy Fanfiction

3.

I woke up to the prodding of Noir's paw and him licking my face. I wrinkled my nose as I looked up into those cat eyes.

  "You might want to wake up—" he whispered in my ear, "you have an hour before breakfast ends."

  I looked to see that the rest of the beds were empty. Rubbing my eyes, I groaned as I trudged to the bathroom and washed my face and freshened up before throwing on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt as well as my black robes. After a brief moment of hesitation, I picked up the green scarf that Tom made me buy. He said that House spirit was very emphasized upon, but seeing that I was a Muggle born, I doubted that it would be taken kindly.

  But it was probably cold outside.

"Fuck it," I muttered before wrapping myself up and heading towards the breakfast hall with Noir at my heels and Tom drifting after me, a disapproving look on his face for oversleeping. A lot of people were crowded at the Great Hall, so many didn't notice Noir tagging along before I took an empty spot at the Slytherin Table.

  A group of Slytherin third years laughed as they went towards me, their leader smirking. "What's with the scarf, Mudblood?"

  "Yeah, how did you even get here? Do you even know what magic is?"

   "You should go home, you don't belong here—"

   "May you please move your fucking asses?" A voice came from behind them. Wisteria Wallace was standing behind them with a bored look on her face, "I kind of want to eat my breakfast in peace."

  The third years glared at her direction but paled, seeing her. "Oh, sorry—"the leader apologized, looking pale before he shuffled away.

I raised my eyebrow at her as she plopped into the seat beside me. "You're so fucking weird," was the first thing she said.

  "Says you," I replied, "how did you scare those three third years shitless?"

  "My dad," she twirled her spoon, "he is high ranking Ministry shit—you know, the cliché kind who likes sleeping around instead of coming home." I looked at her, not knowing what to say.

  But a slow smile spread on her face. "But his money is the shit," she said in amusement.

  I felt a slow smile on my face as I spotted the bacon and placed it on top of my cereal before pouring milk all over it. Wisteria choked on her toast. She sputtered, "What...the...fuck?"

  I took a spoonful of bacon and cereal and ate it.

  Wisteria didn't know whether she wanted to puke or not. She just looked at me in disgust, as Tom didn't even react, used to this. Noir opted not to say anything. After all, he didn't exactly let everyone know that he was a talking cat.

  "So fucking weird," Wisteria shook her head again.

  "You should have that phrase tattooed to your forehead," I shot back.

   Wisteria smirked, "You know, you're not that bad for a Muggle born. I mean, you're fucking weird as shit, but you're kind of cool when you're not being...yourself." She gestured at me.

  "Wow, thanks."

"You're welcome."

  I finished the rest of my bacon and cereal before wiping my hands on my robes, grinning. The breakfast faded from the plates before Wisteria pulled out her schedule. "Let's see what we have—" she drawled, "we have fucking Charms, fucking Transfiguration, fucking History of shit, and finally, fucking potions with the fucking Gryffindors."