Title: Why I Fear Having Too Many Cats

Author: Lyla Hayden

Pairing: None

Rated: PG

Summary: Uhm…It's a drabble, so if I say anything more than the title, it'll give it away.

A/N: Yay! I'm baaaack…With a stupid drabble. BEWARE! This idea came from my brother, when he heard I got a second cat. I just thought it was so funny, I had to write this. Maybe the story isn't funny, but picture it. BWAHA. I can so picture me doing this. Uh…enjoy. No flames. Love ya'll. I own nothing…but the cats…Those are mine. ALL MINE!

"Why I Fear Having Too Many Cats"

Hermione Granger sat on the porch of her house, rocking back and forth in her chair. On her lap sat several cats, even more were scattered about her. A wiry grin stretched across her face as she saw someone near her lawn. Sadly, the woman just kept on walking by. The grin faded to boring nothingness.

Many said that she'd lost her mind in the war, but she didn't think so. She though she was perfectly sane; a perfectly sane old cat lady. 'Thirty-four cats so far,' she thought. 'Too bad none are currently in heat or I'd have half a dozen more.'

The one who had truly lost his mind was Ron Weasley. He'd gotten his arm blown off by a stray spell, friendly-fire some say. After Ginny was killed by a Death Eater, he'd never been the same. Not long after the Silence started, he'd blown himself up. Hermione said it was on purpose. Not many dared to tell that to Harry, though.

Harry had inherited a fortune from his parents. Not that he'd have any trouble with money after destroying Voldemort for good. 'Took damn near long enough,' Hermione scoffed. After fifteen years of fighting, all were about ready to just throw in the towel when the Order proposed a raid on Voldemort's own private home. It worked splendidly, but cost the lives of most of their school friends.

Another person neared her yard and Hermione's eyes widened in hope. Again, they just wandered on by, glancing her way as they passed. Few dared to near the yard of the sixty-year-old veteran. Those that did weren't from around Hogsmeade.

A couple came over, chatting idly about one thing or another. They saw the old woman sitting in her chair grinning crazily and headed over to speak with her. 'MISTAKE!' Hermione thought, grasping one of the cats in her lap by the scruff on its neck. The cat merely groaned, having been through this before.

The couple got within a few feet of her porch, having slowed down considerably since seeing the look on Hermione's face. She picked the cat up and threw it as hard as she could at the couple just as their feet touched her porch. It hit the woman square in the face, scratching and screaming for all it was worth.

While the man went to peel the cat off his wife, Hermione began to launch her brutal assault of Cat Missiles. One after the other, she fired off the cats in their direction, hissing and clawing all the way. Hermione laughed as she ran out of cats to throw.

The couple took off running, one cat attached to the man's back, fighting to stay on. As they reached the outskirts of Hermione's yard, the cat dropped off and wandered back to its owner as if nothing had happened. Some worse for the wear, they all wandered back to their previous spots on or around Hermione's chair and curled back up.

Quiet again settled over the area and it was as it had been not ten minutes ago.

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