Merlin, but Granger’s cat was a heavy sleeper
Draco shifted on the now uncomfortable rock. What he swore would only be a moment’s rest for the cat on his lap, had stretched into nearly a quarter hour. He’d tried to rouse the animal, but every attempt at it had the ginger feline digging his claws into the tops of his thighs in protest.
Truth to be told, he isn’t that tired, but if the boy wants something, he has to earn it. The claws into his thighs… well, it was just a plus.
Crookshanks, the cat
I'm the first and only boy that has ever slept with Hermione Granger in the same bed. Jealous? Deal with it.
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