Reluctantly he snuggled into the Gryffindork's collarbone. To this day, Draco wasn't sure if it was because he was finally willing to admit his love for Harry or because Harry needed him more than he needed a kitten, Draco felt his body shuddering and the blood in his veins tingling. All we need to do is have him complete the Transfiguration part of the Animagus ritual and then he will be free to change back and forth. Maybe it contributed to the change, but he had become 'nicer' to Hermione to a certain degree. It reminded Draco of his mother. All that mattered was that Malfoy was Malfoy.
The cat looked up in slight fear at the tone of voice and the huge contrast between her voice and her finger brushing over his back. There was no way that Harry was telling him what he had been hoping to hear for a while now—years if he were to be honest. How did this happen? Harry sighed and was just about to turn away from the window when he saw something moving down the slope towards the Forbidden Forest. Both Gryffindor and Slytherin ate in silence and with efficiency. She pecked lightly at Harry's jean-clad leg and pointedly stared out the window. Harry chuckled against his face, his warm breath touching his heated skin. How was he supposed to take a shower as a cat? Rarely did Draco feel like he was seen anymore—it was like he could stand in a crowd full of people, but all they saw was blond hair and a faded tattoo on his arm. Isn't it still a little early for you? Harry tried to wiggle himself free from under him but Malfoy's weight was pressing him firmly against the mattress. Nudging one with his head, Hermione lifted it enough so he could get onto the blankets. He scratched behind Draco's gigantic ears, sending a tremor of pleasure throughout his entire body. Well, at least that meant no birds or toady-scaly-type creatures, and for that Draco was grateful. It liked to pop into his brain at the most inopportune times, making the kitten wretch like he was coughing up a hairball. Hermione's screams of laughter could be heard over the loud noises of teachers hitting the ground in dead faints. He wanted to nibble, lick, and taste every inch of the man's flesh. Potter looked like he was ready to murder a werewolf. Not only was she something beautiful and graceful, she was free. She caught up and passed Draco after five paintings. Please don't, Draco mewled recognizing the expression as one that Harry only used when he was remembering something from the war. Dumbledore is dead and McGonagall is new Headmistress. Oh, he could get used to this. All that happened was that he fell rather ungainly onto his back, squishing his tail rather painfully under him. Harry stiffened at first as the combination of pain and pleasure burned through him. It was a month into his transformation that everything in Draco's life changed again.
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