Every Guy has a Soft Spot for a Cat

Pansy didn't know why Harry Potter was standing in her bedroom. She did know however that she did not like it when Draco's fantasies were imposed on her own.

"Aren't you supposed to show up in a rowboat?" she muttered drearily.

The Gryffindor tilted his head like a puppy. She mistook his confusion as to how she knew about the rowboat for confusion as to what she meant.

"Isn't that how it usually works when Draco dreams about you?"

Harry, who was certainly not of anyone's imagination (not even Draco's), frowned. "I think you've mistaken me for someone else."

Pansy sat up, realizing that this was not a hallucination and that the real Harry Potter was standing in her bedroom.

It was as her covers slid into her lap that both she and Harry realized that she was in her knickers.

"Oh bollocks!" Pansy hissed, snatching a sheet back up.

Harry blushed and stared at the floor.

"What are you doing in my room?" she snapped.

The Gryffindor scratched his head sheepishly. "Well, I was...erm...looking for Draco's room. This one looked girly enough...I just assumed..."

She scowled at him. She considered telling him to piss off but paused. "Wait. Why are you looking for Draco? Wait. You just called him Draco? Wait. My room's girly?"

Harry seemed unsure of which question he was supposed to answer. "Did I say girly? I meant...sophisticated...and tasteful. Very chic."

She snatched a shirt from her nightstand and pulled it over her head. "Don't try your lame arse flattery on me, Potter. I'm not a ditzy little moron."

Harry shrugged. "Works on Draco."

"Exactly."

Harry had to agree with the girl.

"You haven't answered my other questions," she said. Her grave expression gave Harry an icy feeling in his gut.

He tried to remember the other two inquiries frantically. "Could you refresh me on those?"

"The first concerned you using Draco's first name."

"Well," he stared with uncertainty. "It just seemed the natural thing to do, I guess."

She accepted the response and waited for him to finish.

"And..." continued Harry. "I am looking for him because we are going on a quest."

The Slytherin looked at him as if he was mad. "That sounds completely idiotic."

Harry gave her a flustered look. He clearly wasn't use to this kind of interrogation. It was considerably harsher than the gentle prodding Hermione exhibited upon her friends.

"Incredibly far-fetched and stupid..." Pansy sighed then nodded. "Something Draco would definitely do..."

Harry's heart ticked with relief.

"I'll show you to his room," she said. She was about to get out of bed when she remembered her trouserless demeanor. She glared at her guest. "Well...turn around."

Harry whipped around and stared at the wall. How could such a pretty girl be so frightening?

"Okay," said Pansy after a length.

When he turned around, she had put on a pair of old jeans and some giraffe socks.

"Why giraffes?" he mumbled.

"Giraffes are cool, okay?" She brushed past him defensively, her hair smacking him in the face as she passed.

"Oh my bad," he tried to say, his voice muffled through a mouthful of sweet scented bed head.

Pansy rolled her eyes and led him out the door. "This is the girls' corridor," she explained. "The boys are on the other side of the common room."

Harry was surprised at how much difficulty he was having keeping up with her brisk pace. "Wait...How did I get into the girls' dorms anyway?"

"What do you mean?"

"In the Gryffindor tower, there are charms...to prevent the boys from getting to the girls' rooms."

The Slytherin laughed. "Not every house in Hogwarts is as full of prudes as yours, Potter. Some of us know how to have a good time."

She winked at him and continued down the hallway. It was then that Harry realized how pale she was. It gave her a sort of eerie yet captivating beauty, especially the way it contrasted her dark brown hair. Pale...like Draco.

"You think this hall is long enough or what?"

Pansy looked at him as if he had said the stupidest thing she had ever heard which it wasn't...Draco says a lot of stupid things, but it was top ten...which is still impressively stupid.

"I've never taken the thought into consideration to be truthful," she said. She was being far too kind to him. This wasn't like her.

She entered a room at the end of the corridor and beckoned for him to do the same. "Draco...you've got a gentleman caller."

They stood awkwardly in the darkness for awhile.

"So..." she said. "What kind of quest is this?"

He opened his mouth to reply.

"A secret one!" A sharp voice emerged from across the room as the lights switched on.

"Damnit. It's only Potter."

Draco stood in a doorway, wearing a pair of silk boxers depicting a rowdy Bar Mitzvah.

Harry just stared. "It's good to see you too, Malfoy."

The other boy draped himself across a green armchair. He picked up a book and eyed it as if it were leprous. He ran his fingers along the binding absently.

"I'm merely disappointed that you're not Seamus Finnigan," he said. "He's usually my Tuesday night...recreation."

"Oh," replied Harry, refusing to acknowledge the mischievous look in Draco's eyes. "Seamus is sick today...or at least that's what Dean said. For some reason the cure involved Dean sticking his tongue down Seamus's throat while Seamus put his hand down Dean's pants."

Pansy ignored Harry's rambling and walked toward Draco. "What's this whole quest thing about?"

The blonde smirked up at her. His eyebrow tilted in amusement. "Can't tell. It's a secret."

He reminded Harry very much of a child that had just got a decoder ring out of a cereal box and refused to share the secret message with his sister.

Pansy was unphased. "This is about that dumb cat again, isn't it?" she said.

"HB the Fourth isn't dumb!" Harry and Draco cried in unison.

Pansy looked mortified. "HB the Fourth? What the hell is going on?"

"Nothing," Draco assured her. He smiled sweetly. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about it, love." He set the book down and stood.

Pansy gave the blonde a look that was apparently meant to light his pretty little head on fire. Harry suspected that if she did, Draco would hardly notice.

"Draco, I'm not about to let you just go off on one of your lunatic schemes...Merlin knows what a disaster you'll make of it."

Draco smiled. "Don't worry. Harry will be there to keep me in check."

"I highly doubt Potter is capable of any such thing."

Harry decided not to feel insulted. Draco seemed like a person that would be very difficult to control, but Pansy could probably manage. Harry wouldn't mind giving it a try...in the right situation.

Draco sulked. "You're never any fun, Pansy."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm just looking out for you, Draco. If neither of you is, I'm going to have to force it upon you." She handed the blonde a shirt. "Just be glad it's me...I'm a lot gentler than most."

Draco took it reluctantly and yanked it on with a pout. The front of the black tee read SEXY BEAST in silver letters.

"I'm coming with you," said Pansy. "Wherever you're going."

Harry looked at her. "You're what?"

"No, you're not," Draco insisted. He glided over to the wardrobe, the back of his shirt displaying the words MAKE ALL DELIVERIES IN THE REAR in the same silver print.

Harry leaned over to Pansy. "Has Draco ever openly admitted he's gay?"

"Does he really need to?" she asked.

"Now," said Draco. He turned around and held up a gold encrusted box. "To business."