Every Guy has a Soft Spot for a Cat

Thwack!

Draco opened his eyes and growled. "Who dares wake me so early? There will be hell to pay!"

Silence greeted his outburst.

"Meow!"

What in the name of Zandar?

"Meow!"

Draco fell back in shock as a ferocious black creature pounced on his face.

"Ow! Fuck! Be gone demon!" He waved his arms around defensively.

"Meow..."

He sat up and gaped at the small kitten currently gnawing on his arm. He glared. "Stop that...I'm delicate!"

It paused and glanced up at him curiously.

"Oh don't try that on me," he hissed. "Just because you're absolutely adorable, doesn't mean--"

Tiny teeth dug in to his fingers playfully.

"Ow! You nasty bugger!"

It grinned at him evilly...or at least he assumed it was a grin...could cats grin?

Draco watched in amusement as his guest dashed across the bed and lunged for his face. "Gah!" He brushed the kitten away and it ravaged his hand.

"I think I like you, cat..."

It nuzzled him and proceeded to attack his hair.

"THE HAIR IS OFF LIMITS!!!" he bellowed angrily.

The kitten quavered a moment then continued to scamper around the bed.

Draco smiled, a thing done only in private or on special occasions. A Malfoy did not waste a good smile on anyone...a sneer or a smirk, yes, but smiling was different.

He leaned forward and reached for the spastic fur ball. "Now, what shall we call you...and by we, I mean I...which is obvious...cause I'm the only one here...and I'm not crazy..." He laughed nervously.

The kitten ignored his rambling and quickly wriggled out of his grasp.

It sat beside him and purred softly, allowing Draco to stroke its black fur and gaze into its emerald green eyes thoughtfully.

"You remind me of someone..."

It mewed.

"Alright, alright...Harry it is...but if anyone asks its meant to ironic...not that you could tell them...cause you're a cat...and cats don't talk...but still..."

It purred and leapt of the bed, startling a nearby house elf with a surprise attack.

Draco's eyes widened as his new pet clawed the pitiful creature mercilessly. He broke into a smirk.

The house elf squealed in pain as Draco scooped up its attacker and headed for the door.

"Thank you, Master--"

"Oh shut up, you squicky terd!"

"Yes, Master..."

Draco sneered with satisfaction and marched down the hall.

His mother looked up from her book as he entered the library.

"Mummy, look what I've got!" he announced proudly. He held up Harry so she could see.

"That's lovely, Draco...now let me read."

"But Mummy, I need you take us to the jeweler, so I can get him a gilded collar."

She sighed. "Draco, I'm afraid we can't go to the jeweler right now..."

He gasped dramatically. "Why? Did father disappear in some sort of mysterious and/or freak accident, leaving us vulnerable and without money?" He inhaled sharply.

His mother raised an eyebrow. "No, it's just that you're still in your pajamas..."

He glanced down. "So I am..." He nodded curtly. "I shall change...and then we shall go to the store!"

"Yes, dear..."

Harry crawled onto his shoulders curiously.

"Come down from there," Draco commanded, quickly removing the pesky creature.

It swiped his ear vengefully.

"WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT THE HAIR?!?!"

Harry mewed innocently.

"Oh...you're so cute! No wonder we get along splendidly..."

He set it down. "Now run off and terrorize the help while I change."

Draco paused, noticing a large black envelope on his door.

"Butterwick!" he commanded, summoning a house elf. "Open this and read it to me!"

"Why can't you?"

He scowled. "Listen...you're the bloody butler around here! Do as I say! Besides, don't want to risk paper cuts."

The house elf rolled its eyes and retrieved the envelope. "It reads: Dear Draco, you snarky git. Best wishes on your impending school year. Hope you enjoy the kitten. Hugs and kisses...Mysterious Person."

Draco frowned. "Mysterious indeed..." He waved it off. "That will be all, Butterwick."

"Yes, sir."

He paused. "Who named you Butterwick, anyway?"

"Don't know, sir. Seems an odd name if you ask me, but my previous owner insisted it was a proper name for a butler."

"Well, anyway, back to this Mystery Person...they obviously have some secret and evil plot in the making...but they gave me a kitty, so they can't be too bad, can they?"

Butterwick looked unmoved. "I wouldn't know, sir."

"Oh shut up, Butterwick."

Both turned as Harry pounced on the butler viciously.

Draco smiled and scooped the kitten up with glee. "I just love kitties, don't you?"

Zandar...as in the game "Ask Zandar"...he's a wizard.

Butterwick...dedicated to sodarksong.