Title: Kittens
FFA non-romantic pairing: #283, Spike/Minerva McGonagall
Description: Forty years ago, a game of kitten poker started a chain reaction. Now, Spike's concerned. VERY concerned.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own HP; I don't own BtVS. Rowling and Whedon and other people do.
He lurched out of the game, barely remembering how to place one foot in front of the other. In his arms, his winnings from the poker game 'meowed' loudly. But he was still slightly screwed up from that damn hippy the day before. In fact, he didn't even register the fact that the meowing was coming from the kittens he was holding just a bit too hard.
He thought there for a moment that his stomach might have been making that noise.
Drusilla joined him, just as crazy as normal. "That one, my Spikey, that one seems oh-so-human."
He glanced at the tortoiseshell she was pointing at; he could almost see it.
"I have to bring them back tomorrow; it's a rematch."
Forty years later, Minerva McGonagall could not believe she was the prize in a game of kitty poker…again!
The last time this had happened, Ollivander had come along and rescued her. Then he'd taken her to Dumbledore, who'd made her register as an Animagus, and then he offered her a job.
This time, all of the damn demons were looking at her like she was food. There was one demon, one of the vampires called him 'Clem,' who looked at her like she was manna from Heaven.
It was nearly as disconcerting as seeing how surprised the vampire was when he'd taken her back to his crypt.
"Okay, kitty." Spike stared at the all-too-familiar cat. "Did I turn you into a vampire-kitty last time?"
"Meow." Minerva stared back, remembering how annoying he'd been that time. It had almost been like he'd been stoned. But drugs didn't affect vampires…
"Cat, it's been forty years. I don't care if you came back for a Christmas miracle. You are not supposed to still be alive."
"Meeoow." She really hoped she was conveying her displeasure.
Spike rolled his eyes. "Fine, but don't blame me if someone eats you."
"Mrrrow." With that, she bounded out of the crypt, hoping that she'd manage the transatlantic apparation.
"I really do hope that I didn't turn that thing into a vampire…" he mused. "I really don't remember much from then. But Dru said something…What did she say?"
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