Fic: Lucky Kitten
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alisanneTitle: Lucky Kitten
Author:alisanne
Word count: 840
Rating: G
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Challenge: Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slythindor100's 25 days of Christmas prompt #2: Snow covered underground sign, and for ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Paw prints in the snow.
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Betas:sevfan and emynn
Authors Notes: Fluffy fluff is fluffy! Take your insulin. ;)
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Lucky Kitten
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It was the mewling that caught Harry’s attention. Blinking, he looked around, following the trail of paw prints that led to a ditch. Inside was a white kitten. “What’s wrong, little one?” he murmured, stooping down. “Are you caught?”
The kitten’s paw was trapped in some wire, and with a few careful pulls, Harry freed it. Unable to resist, he stroked the kitten’s head. It looked up at him and mewed again, butting his hand with its head in a blatant demand for more.
Harry laughed. “Demanding little thing, aren’t you?” He grinned. “You remind me of someone I know.” Casting a look up at the sky, he continued, “And it’s about to snow. Come on, let’s get you some milk. You’re probably hungry.”
When Harry got the kitten home he fed it, smiling as it delicately lapped up the milk from the bowl he put down for it. Leaning against his kitchen counter, he pursed his lips. It was lonely out in the country. He’d been meaning to get a pet anyway, so the arrival of this little white fur-ball seemed fortunate.
“Lucky I found you when I did. Guess I should get you checked out, though,” he said aloud after the kitten finished eating its fill and began padding around his kitchen, investigating various nooks and crannies. He smiled. It would also give him an excuse to see Malfoy, on whom Harry had a bit of a crush, and who was a magical animal vet.
After bundling up for the cold, Harry scooped up the kitten and Apparated into London. It was chilly, and snow was already on the ground there. Walking past several snow-covered tube stops, he finally made it to the Leaky.
Diagon was crowded, it being almost the holidays, and it took some doing to get to Malfoy’s shop. The kitten, which Harry had tentatively named Sophie, was squirming by that point. Harry barely managed to open the door to Malfoy’s business when she jumped from his arms and raced for the back.
“Bloody hell,” Harry muttered, hurrying after her.
Fortunately, the place wasn’t too crowded, and as Harry looked for Sophie, he saw children and adults there, all cuddling their pets, presumably waiting to be seen.
Bending over, Harry began searching under the furniture for Sophie.
Above Harry’s head, someone cleared his throat. “Is there something I can help you with?”
Harry raised his gaze slowly, up Malfoy’s miles-long legs, lingering for just a moment on his very nice package before finally looking into his amused face. He blushed. “Er...my cat.”
“Potter.” Malfoy lifted an eyebrow. “You have a cat?”
“Apparently.”
“What does this cat look like--?” Malfoy neatly stepped out of the way as Sophie, evidently having decided she wanted Harry again, barrelled towards him and jumped into his arms. Malfoy hummed. “I see.”
“I found her in a field by my home today,” said Harry, standing, Sophie clinging to his chest. “I thought she needed to be checked out and I was hoping you could tell me if she’s magical. I think she is, but I’m no expert--”
“And I am?”
“You’re the best magical animal vet in the wizarding world.”
Slowly, Malfoy smiled. “You certainly know just what to say to get right in. Follow me.”
Harry blinked. “I don’t want to jump the line,” he said. “I’ll wait.”
Malfoy chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. You actually are next, everyone else here has been seen.” He held out his arms. “Now let’s see the lovely darling who adopted you, shall we?”
Sophie went to him readily and by the time Malfoy used his wand to check her for the common cat problems she was so relaxed, she started pawing at the air as he waved his wand.
Malfoy made a pleased sound. “She’s clearly magical,” he said. “But then, most cats are. She may be exceptional amongst even cats, though.” He put away his wand. “She doesn’t have anything bad, she just needs the standard inoculations and then you can take her home.”
Harry sighed, relieved.
Malfoy raised an eyebrow. “Attached already?”
“Yeah.” Harry grinned as Sophie dug her claws into Malfoy’s sleeve. “Although it seems I’m not the only one who’s formed an attachment.”
Malfoy inclined his head. “She’s a sweetie. Bring her back anytime.”
“Or you could visit us,” said Potter absent-mindedly as he watched Sophie play with Malfoy’s fingers. “You could come to my cottage for dinner, maybe.”
Malfoy froze. “Are you asking me out?” he said.
Harry’s eyes widened. He hadn’t meant to blurt it out, but maybe-- “Yes?”
Malfoy pursed his lips and, after giving Harry a slow and appreciative once-over, he nodded. “All right. I’m almost done here. Let me close and you can show me your...cottage.”
Unable to believe his luck, Harry smiled. “Brilliant!” And, as he watched Malfoy finish up, he hugged Sophie close. “Looks like you’re my good luck charm, Sophie.”
Naturally, Sophie simply tucked her head in the crook of Harry’s neck and purred her agreement.
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Author:
alisanneWord count: 840
Rating: G
Characters/pairings: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy.
Challenge: Written for
slythindor100's 25 days of Christmas prompt #2: Snow covered underground sign, and for dracoharry100/dracoharry100's Christmas Challenge prompt: Paw prints in the snow.Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
Betas:
sevfan and emynnAuthors Notes: Fluffy fluff is fluffy! Take your insulin. ;)
~
Lucky Kitten
~
It was the mewling that caught Harry’s attention. Blinking, he looked around, following the trail of paw prints that led to a ditch. Inside was a white kitten. “What’s wrong, little one?” he murmured, stooping down. “Are you caught?”
The kitten’s paw was trapped in some wire, and with a few careful pulls, Harry freed it. Unable to resist, he stroked the kitten’s head. It looked up at him and mewed again, butting his hand with its head in a blatant demand for more.
Harry laughed. “Demanding little thing, aren’t you?” He grinned. “You remind me of someone I know.” Casting a look up at the sky, he continued, “And it’s about to snow. Come on, let’s get you some milk. You’re probably hungry.”
When Harry got the kitten home he fed it, smiling as it delicately lapped up the milk from the bowl he put down for it. Leaning against his kitchen counter, he pursed his lips. It was lonely out in the country. He’d been meaning to get a pet anyway, so the arrival of this little white fur-ball seemed fortunate.
“Lucky I found you when I did. Guess I should get you checked out, though,” he said aloud after the kitten finished eating its fill and began padding around his kitchen, investigating various nooks and crannies. He smiled. It would also give him an excuse to see Malfoy, on whom Harry had a bit of a crush, and who was a magical animal vet.
After bundling up for the cold, Harry scooped up the kitten and Apparated into London. It was chilly, and snow was already on the ground there. Walking past several snow-covered tube stops, he finally made it to the Leaky.
Diagon was crowded, it being almost the holidays, and it took some doing to get to Malfoy’s shop. The kitten, which Harry had tentatively named Sophie, was squirming by that point. Harry barely managed to open the door to Malfoy’s business when she jumped from his arms and raced for the back.
“Bloody hell,” Harry muttered, hurrying after her.
Fortunately, the place wasn’t too crowded, and as Harry looked for Sophie, he saw children and adults there, all cuddling their pets, presumably waiting to be seen.
Bending over, Harry began searching under the furniture for Sophie.
Above Harry’s head, someone cleared his throat. “Is there something I can help you with?”
Harry raised his gaze slowly, up Malfoy’s miles-long legs, lingering for just a moment on his very nice package before finally looking into his amused face. He blushed. “Er...my cat.”
“Potter.” Malfoy lifted an eyebrow. “You have a cat?”
“Apparently.”
“What does this cat look like--?” Malfoy neatly stepped out of the way as Sophie, evidently having decided she wanted Harry again, barrelled towards him and jumped into his arms. Malfoy hummed. “I see.”
“I found her in a field by my home today,” said Harry, standing, Sophie clinging to his chest. “I thought she needed to be checked out and I was hoping you could tell me if she’s magical. I think she is, but I’m no expert--”
“And I am?”
“You’re the best magical animal vet in the wizarding world.”
Slowly, Malfoy smiled. “You certainly know just what to say to get right in. Follow me.”
Harry blinked. “I don’t want to jump the line,” he said. “I’ll wait.”
Malfoy chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. You actually are next, everyone else here has been seen.” He held out his arms. “Now let’s see the lovely darling who adopted you, shall we?”
Sophie went to him readily and by the time Malfoy used his wand to check her for the common cat problems she was so relaxed, she started pawing at the air as he waved his wand.
Malfoy made a pleased sound. “She’s clearly magical,” he said. “But then, most cats are. She may be exceptional amongst even cats, though.” He put away his wand. “She doesn’t have anything bad, she just needs the standard inoculations and then you can take her home.”
Harry sighed, relieved.
Malfoy raised an eyebrow. “Attached already?”
“Yeah.” Harry grinned as Sophie dug her claws into Malfoy’s sleeve. “Although it seems I’m not the only one who’s formed an attachment.”
Malfoy inclined his head. “She’s a sweetie. Bring her back anytime.”
“Or you could visit us,” said Potter absent-mindedly as he watched Sophie play with Malfoy’s fingers. “You could come to my cottage for dinner, maybe.”
Malfoy froze. “Are you asking me out?” he said.
Harry’s eyes widened. He hadn’t meant to blurt it out, but maybe-- “Yes?”
Malfoy pursed his lips and, after giving Harry a slow and appreciative once-over, he nodded. “All right. I’m almost done here. Let me close and you can show me your...cottage.”
Unable to believe his luck, Harry smiled. “Brilliant!” And, as he watched Malfoy finish up, he hugged Sophie close. “Looks like you’re my good luck charm, Sophie.”
Naturally, Sophie simply tucked her head in the crook of Harry’s neck and purred her agreement.
~
