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I adore Crookshanks. He's so clever and fluffy and fat.
"This is ridiculous," snarled Severus one night, throwing the blanket away from his semi-nude body and clambered out of the bed he shared with his current source of torment.
"What's the matter?" mumbled Hermione sleepily, not moving from the cocoon she had made for herself with his now abandoned portion of the blanket.
"It has returned," he grumbled, shivering against the cold.
"Crookshanks isn't an it," she said, sitting up with a sigh and clicking the light on. She picked her aging ginger friend into her arms and cradled him close. "Besides, he keeps me warm at night."
"Well, I'm glad you're comfortable," he snipped. "I'm out here freezing my balls off."
"That's a pity," she murmured, rolling away from him. He didn't fail to notice the way her pretty pink nightie rolled up enough to expose her backside, and his scowl melted. "Did you say something," she asked, turning her head slightly when she felt the bed dip and he moved in beside her.
"I said you look delicious in that nightie," he whispered, laying a kiss on her shoulder. A thick ginger paw swatted at his face and he reeled back, growling loudly. "For fucks sake!"
Hermione giggled, cuddling Crookshanks closer to her chest and smiling. "Good boy, Crooks," she cooed, flicking the light off and settling down with a smirk against Severus' grumbling form.