fluff, animagus draco malfoy, slight angst, hurt/comfort, post war, minor character's deaths, enjoy!
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That creature came out of nowhere.
Harry was in the Gryffindor Common Room with Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Dean, Seamus and Neville, listening to them talking that night when he heard a loud horrifying screech from the Fat Lady from outside. He shot out of the single sofa, rushing out to see the commotion only to see nothing outside. "What happened?" he asked the Fat Lady with a raised eyebrow.
"That wretched white thing just clawed at me!" she screamed.
Huh? A white cat?
"Mew! Mew!" a sound from the floor startled Harry out of his thoughts. He looked down to see a small fluffy kitten with pure white fur and startlingly familiar grey eyes mewling at him pitifully, holding out an injured bleeding paw. "Oh, it's so cute!" Ginny squealed from behind him, wanting to pick the kitten up but it quickly hissed at her haughtily, growling with displeasure. Malfoy, Harry instantly thought in his head.
"Hello," he murmured, reaching out slowly and Malfoy butted his small head to his palm with a purr. He couldn't help but smile at the rare display of affection. "You're injured, love. Can I pick you up?" Malfoy didn't struggle when he picked him up, which was good.
"You don't have a collar which means you probably have no owner," he said just for the show while cradling the kitten gently. "I'm gonna name you," Harry said with glimmering eyes.
The grey eyes looked back at him cautiously. "I'm naming you Draco the II because your eyes match his," he said. Everyone around him stared at him as if he had lost his mind. Though he paid them no attention as he took out a first aid kit. He cleaned the paw while cooing at the kitten, scratching him under his chin lightly. "How did you injure yourself, Draco?" he hummed, bandaging it last. "Did you piss another cat off?"
Draco stared at him petulantly and Harry couldn't help but chuckle and cradled the cute fluff to his chest, caressing the back gently with his big palm. "You're lucky it's not that serious," he added, kissing the paw lightly. The possible Animagus closed his eyes and purred against his chest. He could feel the rumblings that shook through the small animal's body. "Bloody hell, mate," Ron stared at him with disbelief. "I'm– Did you just named the cat after Malfoy?" he asked as if he just couldn't wrap his head around the information.
"What?" Harry blinked while Draco stared at Ron lazily but careful, tail flicking from side to side in slow movements. "I mean he does look like him, doesn't he? White fur indicates his blond hair and his grey eyes," he explained. "Stop looking at me like that," he huffed. "Bloody hell, your obsession with Malfoy is starting to get a little creepy, mate," Ron said. "I am not obsessed!" Harry snapped as he sat up quickly and accidentally dropped Draco on the floor harshly.
"Shit!" he quickly collected Draco back into his arms when he realised he had just dropped the cat by accident, cradling him like a baby. "I'm so sorry, Draco. I didn't mean to hurt you," he cooed rubbing his own nose against the wet nose lightly. Draco mewled weakly, putting his injured paw on Harry's cheek lightly. "I'm sorry. I hurt you, hadn't I?" He rubbed the paw gently, not wanting to put a lot of pressure on the injuries.
Draco stayed limp in his arms when Harry caressed him all over his furry body from his head to his stomach. He scratched the stomach with a small smile. "Are you hungry, Draco? Have you eaten? I'm gonna take care of you from now on," he decided with a large grin. "My little Animagus," he whispered softly into the kitten's ears and the kitten immediately turned rigid in his arms. Got you, he smirked.
Harry then stood up and walked to his dorm, ignoring the baffled looks his mates were giving him as he showered Draco with lots of attention. He gently placed his furry friend on his bed before calling for Dobby, who appeared in the dorm with a loud 'pop'. "Yes, Harry Potter sir? How can Dobby help you?" the house-elf asked brightly. "Can you get me some food, please? Thank you, Dobby." The house-elf perked up and said, "Anything for Harry Potter sir! Dobby is always happy to help!" The said creature popped away to fetch some food and returned within five minutes with his request along with drinks. "Your help is very much appreciated, Dobby. I'll give you some socks if I can." Dobby beamed and bowed down before popping away again to the kitchen probably.
