Every Guy has a Soft Spot for a Cat

After half an hour of enduring bump after bump and allowing Draco to doze on his shoulder despite the drooling, Harry felt the bus jolt to a stop.

Pansy sighed and tossed the paper on the floor. She stood and looked over at the two boys. "Aw...how adorable," she said in a toneless voice. She gave Draco an affectionate kick. "Sleeping Beauty, time to go."

Draco peeped an eye open and moaned. "If I'm Sleeping Beauty, why do I have to wake up to you hurting me instead of a handsome prince smooching me?"

"Cause Potter was too busy drying your saliva off his shoulder to kiss you," Pansy said. "Now get up."

Harry trailed after the Slytherins with a sigh. He dropped his spit soaked jacked on the nearest seat. It really wasn't much use anymore.

As soon as he stepped off the bus, Draco was a creature filled with purpose. He was a tarantula during mating season, and their destination was a female in heat. Whether he was successful or his female would kill him was uncertain. Either way, someone was gonna get fucked.

"This way!" Draco cried, starting down the street.

"We're heading toward the docks," Pansy muttered to Harry. "Draco and water is never a good combination."

Harry just focused on the back of the blonde head in front of him as they dashed on through the foggy streets.

They finally came to a stop on a rickety dock surrounded by some shifty and decidedly un-heterosexual institutions.

While Harry was eyeing these sketchy establishments, Pansy was studying the dark, shifty, sketchy, and decidedly un-heterosexual ship floating in front of them.

"Um...Draco, are you sure this is the place?" she asked.

The blonde nodded. "Of course! If I know my future self...which I do...he'll be here."

"I see..." she muttered. SS Guns'n'Handcuffs shimmered in gold and silver letters from the ship's side. "You know...I don't even want to make a cutting remark about this one."

"Let's go," Draco said cheerfully.

Pansy hesitated. "Maybe one of us should go check it out first...so we don't all walk into danger at once."

"Brilliant!" exclaimed Draco. "I'll go." He quickly scrambled up the ladder before Pansy could stop him. He scanned the dock. "You guys should probably hide somewhere...just in case. How about over there?" He pointed to a rather narrow alley. "I'll meet you there in a bit."

Harry panicked. "Draco, wai--"

"Tootles!"

And just like that Harry and Pansy were alone. They stood awkwardly for a moment.

"So..." Pansy muttered. "To the alley?"

"To the alley."

They hurried over to the designated meeting place and sidled in beside each other despite its dark, shifty, sketchy, yet not so decidedly un-heterosexual aura.

Harry rested his head against the brick wall and tried not to notice how hot Pansy's breath felt on his neck.

"So..." he whispered, ignoring the fact that her hand was definitely resting on his thigh. "How long do you think Draco will be?"

Pansy shifted uncomfortably. "Hard to tell..." She winced as her head decided to test the wall's durability suddenly. "Dammit! Why did he have to choose the smallest fucking alley in the entire fucking area?"

"Because he's Draco," Harry replied. His eyes fluttered down towards her neck, towards the pure white of her throat that shone just above her scarf.

Pansy looked up at him slowly. Her hand had definitely not moved. She blushed. "We could look at it as a chance to get to know each other."

Harry felt his arm wrap around her waist. "Okay...um...what's your favorite Quidditch team?"

"I've never really thought about it."

"Oh. Erm...well, Draco was telling me that the Essex Egrets are doing well this year."

"What's your favorite movie?" she asked suddenly.

"I've always liked The Labyrinth," Harry said.

Pansy grinned, inching ever so slightly closer. "Me too! I think David Bowie is just brilliant."

Harry nodded. "And the puppets--"

"Yeah!" She coiled an arm around his neck.

He glanced out toward the boat. "What do you think Draco would think about the Goblin King's hair?" He paused, noticing Pansy staring intently at him.

"Harry, I don't want to talk about Draco."

He quavered. "Oh. Okay. What do you want to--"

She cut him off with a kiss, yanking his head forward and pressing her lips to his with intense determination. Harry pulled her body against him without thinking. She felt so light in his arms.

She pulled away and gazed up at him, unnaturally timid. She bit her lip. "I'm sorry. I just--"

"Don't," Harry whispered. He leaned down to kiss her once again, their mouths almost brushing in the darkness.

"Cozy?"

They instantly broke apart and looked toward the intruder. Draco smirked back at them, all innocence.

"Draco," Pansy breathed. "What are you doing here...so soon?" She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"They sent me back," Draco replied.

"Why?"

Harry paled as the blonde turned his mischievous gaze on him.

"I was alone."