Drarry Oneshots (𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆)

Harrys Kitten

Top!Harry

Bottom!Draco

Author: mothermalfoy ( on ao3)

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"Bloody Longbottom," Draco said. Or at least, he'd thought that's what he said, what came out instead was more of a meow. Draco looked around the room, nervously, the smoke had barely cleared from the explosion of his cauldron, but he could see very clearly that something was wrong.

"Oh dear," Professor Slughorn said suddenly towering over him. Draco blinked up at the professor. Why the bloody hell is everything so big? He wondered. He opened his mouth, and let out another small meow. "Do stay calm Mr. Malfoy," Professor Slughorn said, leaning down and picking him up. Draco hissed, suddenly terrified at the large man holding him as if he weighed nothing. Leaping out of his arms, Draco bounded across the table toward his boyfriend, and onto Harry's lap. Harry looked down at him.

"Draco?" he asked.

Draco let out a meow. Why can't I bloody talk? He thought, furiously. Harry eyed Professor Slughorn, then the rest of the class as they stared at the boy-who-lived, and the small white kitten purring in his arms. Harry swallowed, he could feel his friends eyes burning into him. He and Draco had been dating in secret for months, but now the cat was out of the bag, literally. Harry blushed crimson, absentmindedly petting the kitten. His fur was incredibly soft. "Come on, we better go," Harry whispered, picking Draco up, and placing him on his shoulder. Draco balanced precariously on Harry's shoulder, feeling somewhat unsteady despite himself. He had ascertained between the meowing, the stares, and the fact that Harry scratching behind his ears had been the single most comforting feeling he'd ever experienced in his life, that whatever Longbottom had messed up in his potion had turned him into a kitten. Harry moved swiftly through the castle, up from the Dungeons towards the 8th year common room. Several female students, cooed as they saw Draco perched on Harry's shoulder.

"Awe, can we pet it, Harry?" one of the girls asked. Draco hissed, and the girl jumped.

"Be nice, Draco," Harry said through gritted teeth. Draco merely stuck his tongue out, or at least, he hoped that's what he'd done. Harry smiled, and patted his head, continuing to make their way to the remodeled Astronomy Tower. It was odd, being balanced on his boyfriend's shoulder as a cat, Draco had only ridden this high up on Harry's body once before, and that had been in entirely different circumstances. He sighed, trying not to think about the fact that he would not be getting laid for the foreseeable future. He just hoped Madam Pomfrey would have a cure for this. Harry turned left and the two made their way up the stairs and to the Astronomy tower, narrowly avoiding several more girls who all wanted to pet Harry's kitten, and several people asking where the beautiful kitten had come from. Draco sighed, grateful to be back in the comfort of Harry's room. Harry sat down on his bed, and Draco leaped, somewhat nervously off his shoulder.

"I'm sorry hon," Harry said, scratching Draco behind the ears. Draco purred and immediately was mortified by his own reaction. Only, he couldn't help it, his eyes closed of their own accord, and his body hummed with appreciation. Quite loudly. "Like that do you?" Harry smiled, there wasn't even a bit of teasing in his tone; Draco was grateful for that. "Shall we talk to Madam Pomfrey?" Harry asked, laying down beside him so they were more at eye-level. Draco would have nodded, but he was suddenly very tired. Crawling onto Harry's chest, Draco curled up around himself and fell asleep.

He was awoken, far too soon for his liking, by several loud screams of excitement, and pairs of hands lifting him up suddenly. Draco yelped, letting out a pitiful mewl, as he was suddenly passed around by several 8th-year girls.

"He's so precious," said one girl.

"Oh what's his name?" asked another.

Harry blushed, he was fairly certain Draco was glaring at him, but it was hard to say. He could almost imagine Draco's inner monologue yelling at him to demand he be put down immediately. "It's... er... dragon," Harry said quickly.