Title: Draco's Kitten

Author: Living. Like. A. Boss

Cliché: Kitten!Fic, Jealousy, Pining

Word Count/Art Medium: ~2500 (for this chapter)

Rating: NC-17

Warning(s): Crack-ish

Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.

Author Notes: This story is beyond cliché. Everything from the title to the plot (what plot?) is terribly clichéd. Which, I hope, makes it perfect for this fest.

This fic was meant for the HD_Cliché but I didn't manage to complete it in time. In fact, it's still not completed. But I'm planning to do so right after my examinations along with many other fics so I decided to post the first part up first. This story will be a two-shot and once it's completed, I'll probably post it in the HD_Cliché community.

Summary: Having a cat animagus was absolutely fine. Turning into some sort of cat-human hybrid was not. Especially not when he suddenly goes into heat! DMHP

Part One

Harry concentrated hard. He thought of all the moments and memories in his life that made out who he was and willed his magic to change him into the animal that best represented him as a person.

Long minutes of silence passed. Did it work? I don't really feel any different but maybe - just maybe...

However, it was all for naught and as usual, Harry looked down at his form to see that he was still human. He made a frustrated sound at the back of his throat. Why couldn't he just get the transformation right? He's been practicing for at least a year now, yet he couldn't seem to do it correctly.

A chuckle drew Harry's attention away from his Animagus woes and to the sniggering face of his Auror Partner.

"Don't laugh at me," Harry said, feeling a bit indignant. "All because you can already change doesn't mean you can make fun of me for not being able to."

Draco Malfoy, who had been his Auror Partner for five years, just stood there shaking his head, his infernal smirk still plastered on his pale face.

"I'll lord it over you until you are successful. It's not everyday that I'm able to beat you at a particular aspect, after all."

Harry shot a glare at the blond. It was true, Harry was better than Draco in flying and Defence - although Draco never really brought it up, the idea of someone being superior to him in any conceivable way still disgruntled him like nothing else - but honestly, those were the only two things that could be said in all certainty. In the other facets in Auror Training such as Stealth and Offense, Draco either triumphed over Harry by a small margin or, more often than not, they were of equal ability.

"You're being too impatient. The transformation is supposed to feel as natural as breathing. Don't force it," Draco advised, most probably because he noticed Harry's obvious annoyance and wanted to dispel it. "Just…feel."

The problem was that Harry has been hearing the same advice over and over again - not only from Draco but from some of the Animagus trainers at the Ministry as well - and he would try to follow it, doing some relaxation exercises before doing the actual attempt. Nonetheless, when it was time to transform, he would instinctively think of his past failures and his body would tense up immediately, negating all his prior efforts. Really, Harry was starting to doubt that he would ever be able to achieve his Animagus form.

Harry released a sigh of exasperation before replying, "I've heard all that before, Malfoy. It's not helping. I don't want to give up on this but...well, it's consuming a lot of my time and the probability of succeeding is getting bleaker after every try…"

Draco gave a small sound of acknowledgement, though a little bit of hurt showed in his eyes. Harry knew that Draco has been working almost as hard as himself to help complete the Animagus Training, no matter how he appeared to not care and it had sounded a little like Harry didn't appreciate his efforts. But Harry truly did. Wanting to pull Draco's thoughts away from this issue, he added, "And you're one to talk about impatience and feeling natural. I remember someone shouting at the person in front of him in the cafeteria line for ordering his food too slowly and the same person obsessing over theories and Dark Wizard physiology…"

"Oh shut up, Potter," Draco snapped, reverting back to the irritable git Harry liked. They still called each other by their last names even though they've been partners for five years and friends for three, because it just seemed right (plus none of them ever took the initiative to make the transition and Harry didn't want to be the first one to give in). "You know the dunderhead deserved it and of course we have to analyse Dark Wizards' motivation - "

Harry listened as Draco droned on, a smile tugging on his lips as the unhappy atmosphere from before dissipated until it was gone completely.

Yes! Harry thought, happiness flooding him. Yes!

A huge grin spread across Harry's face. The eureka moment he had gotten might just provide the solution he has been looking for all along…

So, the problem Harry had with the transformation was his impatience and nerves, right? Draco and the instructors have told him that he had all the other components down pat, thus the only thing keeping Harry from achieving his goal was his uncooperative emotions.

The solution was so simple! It has been in front of Harry all along!

A Calming Draught was what Harry needed. Just a gulp or two of the potion and nothing would stand in his way. With a determined nod, Harry put his plan into action.

Draco was worried. It was already ten o'clock and Harry wasn't at work yet. Which was extremely weird since Harry would always be there early in the morning and would be the first thing Draco would see when he came in for work. No exceptions. Except today, apparently.

It was rather unsettling to not have Harry's chirper "good morning" greeting him as soon as he walked through their shared office's door. And Draco felt cranky too, since he didn't have his morning cuppa (Harry was the one who bought his coffee for him).

Biting his lip - an awful habit he had picked up from Harry - Draco felt the urge to ring up the Head Auror just to ask him if he had received a firecall or owl from Harry calling in sick for the day. Because, if Draco recalled correctly - and he had a great memory so the possibility of remembering wrongly was rather slim - Harry never, ever, skipped work. Ever. Harry took his job as an Auror very seriously and it was one of the many things Draco admired about him.

Now that Draco thought about it, Harry would be the first one to work and the last to leave (excepting Draco, who would always be waiting exasperatedly at the door for Harry to finally get ready to go). Maybe Harry's workaholic tendencies have ultimately taken its toll on him. That must be it.

Draco stared blankly at his empty desk, and at Harry's vacant chair. What was he supposed to do? The day might have been bearable if it had been a paperwork day so he would be able to drown his boredom and worries in non-stop form filling but it wasn't. It was a Field Day today, a day all Aurors looked forward too as it was usually action-packed and a welcomed escape from mundane paperwork. However, Draco won't be allowed to go out. The rules clearly stated that Aurors would have to go into the field with at least one other person at their side - which was why they were all paired up in the first place - and Draco was obviously partnerless for the day.

For a normal Auror, joining up with another pair would have easily solved the problem. Sadly, Draco wasn't exactly normal. The other Aurors didn't like him, still holding his actions during the Second Wizarding War against him - and Draco could understand why they would hate him because of that but if Harry bloody Potter could get over it, he had to wonder why others couldn't as well - and finding a team that would take him in on a moments notice would be like convincing Granger to get a House Elf.

It seemed that there was only one logical course of action.

Draco scribbled "Out on important business" quickly on a piece of fresh parchment and slotted it into the plastic folder outside the office door, before flooing away. He had a certain black-haired wizard's arse to kick for leaving him alone.

"Hahahahaha! Oh Merlin, this is rich!" Draco couldn't stop laughing. It was too fucking hilarious.

The kitten in front of him hissed, even though it was less threatening than it was adorable. And this was coming from Draco, who didn't actually find many things 'cute'.

But that's probably because you like the person who's turned into the kitten. That thought managed to snap Draco out of his laughing fit. He cleared his throat, trying to maintain some of his dignity, and stared at the kitten with the most serious expression he could muster.

"Seriously Potter? You're a bloody kitten? And you actually teased me for being a snake?" Draco snarked, although he was gushing about how endearing Harry looked as a small cat in his mind. A tiny kitten about the size of a Quaffle, with black hair and green eyes, Harry's Animagus form was vastly different from his human form. Whereas Human Harry was an intimidating presence when he wanted to be (despite his height...or lack thereof), Kitten Harry didn't seem to have a menacing bone in its body.

Although, the glare Kitten Harry was shooting at him now was awfully similar to that of which Human Harry would give him whenever he did something displeasing…

When Draco flooed to Harry's house to check up on him, he had definitely not been expecting this.

The kitten meowed loudly, bringing Draco's attention back to it (him?). Once Draco's eyes was once again on it, it made a 'come here' gesture with its paw. Raising an eyebrow slightly, Draco complied, inching closer to where it was situated.

When Draco came face to face with it - with Draco having to lean so far down that he was practically laying flat on his stomach - the kitten just crouched there, tilting its head in a 'go on' movement, as if Draco was supposed to understand what he should be doing.

Waiting for further instructions, but not receiving it, Draco soon got impatient.

"Why don't you just change back so we go back to work? And be quick about it, will you? It's almost lunch and I haven't even had breakfast yet! So, chop-chop!" Draco said, clapping his hands with relish. He expected Harry to just turn back then so they could go on with their regular Monday schedule but it seemed Harry had other ideas. Harry the kitten growled and Draco instinctively backed away from it, his hands outstretched in a gesture of surrender. He had seen the claws on that cat and he really did not want to be subjected to them.

"Alright, alright. Hm…" Draco hummed absentmindedly as he thought about the situation for a second. Gosh, how he wished he could speak cat.

Why wouldn't Harry change back? Actually, after he'd transformed, shouldn't Harry have changed back immediately so that he could brag to Draco that he had finally accomplished his Animagus form? Which means...

"You can't change back, can you?" The kitten bobbed its head and as it raised its head to stare up at Draco, he imagined that he could see pleading in its eyes. Harry's eyes.

"I'll have to change you back, don't I?" Another nod.

Okay...what was that spell again? The one to force wizards out of their Animagus form? Wait - will it even work when the person himself can't even change back?

Well, it was worth a try.

"This might hurt a little," Draco warned as he finally recalled the spell. He took his wand out from his Auror robes and pointed it at Harry, casting the spell non-verbally.

A blast of blue light flew out from the tip of his wand, encasing the black kitten in its brilliant shine. Draco sighed in relief as he saw the incantation was working. Harry was growing, the hair receding from his body slowly, but surely.

Wait...wasn't the spell supposed to be fast acting?

Oh no. Something is wrong.

It was too late though. Harry's conversion back into a human was complete.

Except...he was not really human. Not fully.

Draco couldn't help but gape at the sight before him.

Harry stretched his arms over his head and cheered inwardly. Finally he was human again. He had been stuck as a tiny kitten since Sunday and he hadn't been enjoying the experience. At all.

For one, he had not been able to eat a single thing because his size hadn't exactly helped him reach for food, which he regrettably all placed in high shelves or in the refrigerator (which posed another problem in and of itself. Even if he could reach the handle...no opposable thumbs).

His stomach was grumbling now.

Secondly, he hadn't even been able to call for help. Thank Merlin Draco had thought to check up on him or who knows how long he would be trapped in cat form, imprisoned in his own home? Harry shivered slightly at the thought. The prospect wasn't appealing in the least.

Which brought him to his final point. Why did he have to be a cat of all things? Wait - not even a cat. No, a kitten. He had been training so hard for an entire year just to have a kitten animagus? Was that really the animal that fully encompassed his memories and personality traits? A bloody kitten? Really?

Even a chameleon would have been better. At least they could camouflage. What could a kitten do besides looking like an oversized fluffball?

Well, at least I'm back in my own body again. I doubt I'll be using my animagus form for awhile - a very, very long while.

"Uh…" A sound came from in front of him. Oh yeah, Harry thought. Draco's still here.

And he had the most ridiculous expression on his face. A most uncharacteristic expression too.

Harry furrowed his brow. Why is he staring at me? Suddenly, an idea of why hit him and he soon turned bright red, glancing down to see if he were wearing clothes.

The sight of his worn-out pajamas greeted him and he sighed in relief. For a second there, Harry had thought that he was naked, because he didn't know what else would garner such a funny facial expression from Draco. Which, Harry noted, he was still doing.

Harry tilted his head to the side in confusion. Why the hell was Draco staring at him? He was wearing all his garments - there was nothing about him that was stare-worthy.

"What is it?" Harry snapped, annoyed, although he knew he should probably be acting grateful towards Draco instead of antagonising him. "Why are you staring at me?"

"C-cat…"

"I know I have a kitten animagus, you don't have to tell me."

"N-Not that. Ears...t-tail…" Draco stammered, and Harry immediately knew something was wrong. Draco only stammered when he was nervous, afraid or freaking out. None of them were good.

"What are you talking about - WHAT THE HELL! " Harry yelled as Draco pulled on something attached to him. "What do you think you're doin - " Harry's words died off as he saw the furry black tail Draco was holding in his pale hand, which lead...which lead back to the area just above Harry's rump.

"What. The. HELL?"