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.
“Alright cat, now that’s quite enough,” Draco scolds. “I am not to be used as a scratching post, regardless your upbringing.” He taps his wand to each of the cat’s paws giving each claw tip a temporary guard, blunting its ability to poke through the material of his garments and draw blood.
“So, you’ve been fed and have had a nap,” he looks at the perturbed cat. “Perhaps it’s time to go annoy your Mistress.” He smiles slyly at the ginger fuzzball.
And… time to run!
The cat jumps off his lap and tries to run away, but the guards make him trip and stagger almost everytime he tries to give a step. He turns to Draco, sending a killer glare to the boy. He doesn’t want to go back, he is enjoying… this… whatever they are doing.
Crookshanks, the cat
