Rating:
G
House:
Riddikulus
Characters:
Draco Malfoy Ron Weasley
Genres:
Humor
Era:
Multiple Eras
Stats:
Published: 12/16/2003
Updated: 12/16/2003
Words: 608
Chapters: 1
Hits: 342

Homicidal Kitten, Kamikazi Puppy

Professor Morgyn Merlin

Story Summary:
And introducing, for your entertainment pleasure, Malfoy - Homicidal Kitten and Weasley - Kamikazi Puppy! Keep them away from stairs, and each other... Also featuring The Flying Hufflepuff Filker, the Ravenclaw Filker of Doom, and Gryffindor's Merry Filker, as well as an all-new Christmas filk.

Chapter Summary:
And introducing, for your entertainment pleasure, Malfoy - Homicidal Kitten and Weasley - Kamikazi Puppy! Keep them away from stairs, and each other... Also featuring The Flying Hufflepuff Filker, the Ravenclaw Filker of Doom, and Gryffindor's Merry Filker, as well as an all-new Christmas filk - lyrics in the review thread.
Posted:
12/16/2003
Hits:
342

Draco was hoping he'd be able to get in a snowball this year without a humiliating return. he smiled as he spotted the Golden Trio, sneaking up on them, his wand at the ready. He whipped up a snowball, throwing it just as Potter spun, throwing one at him..

***

"Oh, how adorable! Where'd you get it, Terry?" Susan cooed over the glaring little white kitten Terry was carrying by the scruff of its neck at arm's length, looking irritable. She ignored his sour expression, and the hissing from the kitten to scoop it up.

"Courtesy of Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, your very own Malfoy Homicidal Kitten. You should see the Weasley Kamikaze Puppy." Terry was watching her. "Apparently they didn't like 'God Rest Ye Merry Gryffindors'. Perhaps it was something about that first verse."

"Perhaps. I don't think I've heard it, though. what did you do this time?" She cooed, and smiled at Malfoy, tapping him on the nose when he tried to bite her arm. "Now, now, little Snowykins, don't try and bite mummy Susan."

Terry gave her an odd look before he gave her the lyrics to his song from that day. It really was a masterpiece of filk, this one.. Susan smiled.

"So who ended up with the Kamikazi Puppy?"

"I think they're keeping him in Gryffindor tower." Terry shrugged.

"Oh, we can't let that happen. I'll talk to Lavender. We should be seeing the puppy at class."

Terry rolled his eyes, stalking off, leaving Susan with the now worried Malfoy.

"Come on, Snowykins, let's go find Auntie Lavender and get the Kamikazi Puppy." Susan smiled as she carried the struggling kitten, one hand firmly on the scruff of his neck, off to find Lavender Brown.

***

"What are we going to do with him?" Harry watched as Ron moped in front of the fireplace, a sorrowful expression in his eyes. It had been rather annoying to catch his friend as he chased after Malfoy the Kitten.

Hermione shrugged, not looking up from her book. "Unless you're going to un- charm Malfoy, and he's willing to undo the snowball, there's nothing much we can do except take care of him."

Before Harry could reply, the door opened, and Ron raised his head with a growl. Lavender came in, followed by Susan Bones, who still sported the red- and-gold wings Seamus had given her.

"Oh! Isn't he precious!" Lavender squealed, hurrying over to Ron, who tried to get around her to Malfoy, who was now trying to climb to a higher perch on Susan's shoulder. "Oh, yes, I'll bring him to the filk party, Susan. And his name shall be Sweetums."

Susan grinned. "I'll see you then, Lavender. Say goodbye, Snowykins!"

Harry and Hermione watched the Hufflepuff go with slack expressions. "Now there goes either a very brave or very suicidal woman," Harry whispered after a moment, oblivious to Ron's plight behind him.

***

Draco huddled in a ball as far away from the crazy Hufflepuff as he could. He hated this game, absolutely, and positively hated it! Whoever thought it up needed located, and killed. He growled, and decided that was a mistake. It attracted the attention of Weasley, who growled back. And a hound puppy was at least ten times his current size...

He scrambled up into Susan's lap, headed for her shoulder as Weasley came chasing after him, apparently intent on making him puppy-chow. *A Malfoy is not puppy chow! Never, never, never! Oh... I'll never live this down.* He caught the smirks from the other three in the room, and would have blushed if he'd been able to.... *I'm doomed!*


Author notes: Watch for the next installment of the Filking Snowball Wars!, coming next week to a computer near you! Featuring the furhter adventures of the Filk Club, a filk from Gryffindor's very own Merry Filker, and of course, more snowballs! (more ideas always welcome)