Crookshanks, the cat: 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…
Draco chuckles.
“Ahhh, an animal after my own heart. What does that say about Granger, then, if her own familiar would rather play with her most hated enemy than go back to the warmth of her likely smothering embrace?”
Draco lifts the spell on the cats claws and turns to cast a Scourgify on his dark trousers which was peppered with cat hair. “I do apologize, but your claws were rather sharp.”
Crookshanks narrows his eyes and turns again, smashing his tail against Draco’s leg with all his force. He begins the way back to the castle, not even bothering to check if the boy is following him or not.
Crookshanks, the cat
