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.
Plagued by gingers… that would seem to be the lot in his life. Another Scourgify, lifted the cat hairs from this trouser leg.
“Very unsporting of you, old boy,” Draco calls, amused. Like owner like animal. The swishy tail and upturned chin reminded him quite a lot of Granger when she was in a huff. It was difficult not to let out a chuckle.
Once he is back in the castle, the cat runs up the stairs and hides in a crack on the wall, that small tunnel leads him to the Gryffindor Common room. Malfoy can seriously go to hunt rats by himself.
Crookshanks, the cat
