What happens when Pansy turns Harry into a kitten on a whim?
'DRACO!' Harry hissed up at the blond. His raven fur raised and small fangs bared. He was not happy about the situation he was in and wanted out of Pansy's arms right this moment!
"Pansy! What the hell did you do?!" Draco yelled, looking at the small black kitten that had once been his best friend.
"Well you se-" Pansy began.
"Pass him here, you daft cow." Draco growled, gently, yet firmly, taking the cat Harry from their fellow Slytherin. "Damn Harry, you're soft." Draco said as his hands nearly disappeared in the black fur.
'Like hell I am you twit! Change me back!' Harry yowled, thinking the blond could understand his whining. He did not like this one bit. He opened his mouth but the feeling of Draco's hands going through his fur actually felt kind of nice. Soon enough the green eyed feline was leaning into the touches and purring loudly.
Pansy was smirking. "I knew you'd appreciate it." She said. Draco glared at her.
"Appreciate it? You turned a second year into a cat! Not only that, but my best friend." Draco's eyes narrowed more. "You better hope Professor Snape never realizes why you did this. Why did you do this anyways?" Draco said, ignoring the meows, but couldn't help scratching behind Harry's ear when the kitten began to purr.
'Oh no, Dad would kill her! Wait... that's not a bad idea. She would stop clinging to Draco 'cause she wouldn't have the time. She would be doing chores.' Harry purred at the idea, hopping off Draco's lap and quietly pawing his way to the head table.
"No!" Draco said, dropping his dignity as he hurried after the small kitten, saving him from an ignorant first year that almost stepped on him. Draco glared at the younger girl, almost causing her to cry as Draco then returned to his spot and sat down, holding Harry from under his front legs, forcing the kitten to look at him. "What the hell are you thinking, Harry? You can't just wander around right now." Draco then pulled the kitten close, tucking Harry's head under his chin in a rare act of public vulnerability. "You could get hurt, lost, or taken. You almost did get hurt." Draco's voice was quiet, a light tremble that almost sounded like the beginning of tears just heard underneath.
Harry's ears flattened and he let out an ashamed mewl. He pawed softly at Draco's face, licking his cheek. He looked at the slightly older male with guilty greens eyes full of regret. He nuzzled against him, trying to cheer him up. 'I'm sorry Dragon.'
Draco just sighed as he nuzzled the kitten back lightly. "I'm going to guess you're apologizing, so I'll forgive you this time."
"You done being all lovey dovey with your cat? It's kinda creepy to watch." Blaise said from where he sat next to Pansy. Draco glared darkly.
"You can go jump in the lake." Draco said, before turning to Pansy. "Now, you gonna turn Harry back or...?" Pansy blushed a little as she laughed uncertainly.
"Well you see..." She began.
'Pansy' Harry yowled in a suspicious way, his tail moving warily. 'If I can't turn back so help me, I will scratch you!' He hissed out, ears flattening warningly.
"I don't exactly know the counterspell." She said. Draco sat there, staring at her with an impassive face for a full minute.
"You what?" He asked in a way that almost perfectly matched his father when Lucius was irritated.
"I don't-" Pansy began, falling into the obvious trap. Draco stood, taking care that Harry stayed safely and comfortably against his chest as he leaned forward.
"You mean to tell me you turned not only my best friend, but our Head of House's son into a bloody cat, without first making sure you knew the counterspell." Draco hissed. Pansy nodded slowly. Draco fought not to tighten the hand that was holding Harry. Draco released another icy hiss. "Parkinson, so help me Salazar, if you ever pull a stunt like this again, I will turn you into a newt and leave you in the Snape's storage room so that he can harvest your eyes for ingredients."
Harry felt pretty happy with Draco's response so he just grinned like a, well, a cat who just got a canary. Speaking of 'cat food' he didn't get to each much before the spell took place, so he was hungry. He mewled to Draco, softly butting his head under the blond's chin and meowing. He moved a paw to point back to the table, his stomach growling. He gave the blond the biggest pupp- well, kitty eyes he could.
Draco looked down at Harry, before looking over at the barely touched plate of food next to him. Well... Crabbe has seemed to have touched the plate now. Draco glared at the Slytherin boy, sitting down and grabbing the food Harry had had on his plate, cutting it up into very small pieces, pulled it to the edge of the table, and placed Harry on the table so that the small feline could eat, ignoring all eyes and hisses of 'Get your filthy feline off the table.'
"Crabbe, if you ever touch Harry's food again, I will hex you. To the point that you will be unable to eat without the help of a Healer." Draco warned. The Slytherin Prince's friends flinched away from the irate third year. "When you're done eating, Harry, we'll go to Professor McGonagall to get you changed back, alright?"
Harry mewled in agreement, licking the remains of the sausage on his plate before moving to nibble on the bread. After a bit he moved back to Draco, suddenly sleepy. He stretched, opening his jaw in a kind of yawn and flicking his tail. He made himself comfortable before falling asleep in the blond's lap, quite content for the time being or at least as much as he could be for the situation he was in.
"That's bloody adorable." Pansy cooed. Draco decided not to tear into her at the moment, because it was. And Draco decided he'd just get over the cat hair that was beginning to cover his robes. He'd wait until Harry woke up from his cat nap before bringing him to the Transfigurations teacher.
A bit later, Harry opened his eyes when felt his side being prodded. He meowed in protest, a bit grumpy at being woken up. He was no longer at the lunch table so he hopped up to see where exactly he was at.
"Harry." Draco hissed as he grabbed the cat that had jumped up onto his desk. The last thing he needed was Binns seeing the cat. The ghost probably wouldn't have noticed if the class decided to fall into some questionable activities, but he didn't want to risk getting sassed for having a 'pet' in class. Draco then glared at Pansy, whose wand was pointed at his crotch. "The hell were you doing?" He asked angrily.
Looking at the female, Harry gave a soft hiss, pathetically swiping his non-existent claws at her. 'Bloody hell, Pansy you pervert!' He hissed out, tail twitching irritably.
"I was poking Harry." She whispered. "I wanted to see how long it'd take to wake him up. We have potions in ten minutes, and you know that Snape won't allow you to bring him in." Draco still glared at the wand.
"Is there a reason your wand is still pointed at my bollocks?" Draco asked. Pansy shrugged.
"Not particularly."
'Of course dad will let me in! Its me!...even if he doesn't know it, he will let me in. He has this weird thing about cats. Almost got me one last year actually, even though it would have really been his.' Harry rambled on, forgetting that it would just come out as random meowing noises.
"Do you think something's wrong?" Draco panicked quietly when the cat in his arms started to meow continuously. He'd never owned a cat. Owls? Yes. Peacocks? His father raised far too many albino peacocks at the manor for it to be even close to funny. But a cat? Draco didn't know what the meowing meant! It didn't help that Harry was a muggle cat and not a kneazle.
"He probably forgot that we don't know cat." Blaise snickered from Draco's other side, promptly getting Draco's foot firmly planted against his shin.
Harry snickered at the movement, even though what Blaise said was true. He just planned to show Draco what he meant when his father let him in.
Draco huffed at his friends, before looking down to Harry. He didn't want to leave Harry in his room. It wouldn't be fair, and he knew Harry hated to be alone for extended periods of time. He bit his bottom lip gently. "Do you think you could hide in my hood during potions?" He asked quietly.
Harry rolled his eyes. He placed a paw on his head, shaking it back and forth. He was going, whether they wanted him there or not, he was stuck with Draco till he was turned back. It wasn't that bad, he just got to be with Draco more than lunches, nights and weekends.
Draco watched kitten Harry shake his head with a paw on it. It was adorable. He couldn't help but hug the small feline. Draco had a soft spot for anything small and cute. One of the reasons he spoiled Harry normally. He didn't care what they did to his image. He can rebuild it quickly.
"Okay Harry, when we approach the Potions room, climb into my hood, alright? I have Transfigurations after that, and then we can have McGonagall change you back, okay?" Draco asked the small black kitten. Binns dismissing the class had Draco collecting his things and holding Harry close to his chest as he left the room. He's been approached by a multitude of students, some cooing and asking to pet Harry, others trying to take him. Each person was met by a nasty hex.
Harry was tired of everyone at this point and his grumpy look showed it, which made the situation that much worse, they found it just as cute. 'I'M NOT CUTE' he tried to yell once but when it came out as a loud meow, he was almost taken. At this point he was about to go to his father and whine about how awful this was, no matter if he couldn't hear him correctly.
Pansy and Blaise had to drag Draco away from the sixth year HufflePuff that tried to take Harry from Draco's arms, while Crabbe and Goyle just followed, falling into a sort of crowd control that involved a lot of pushing and shoving.
"I swear Pansy, I will kill not only you, but the next person who tries to take Harry." Draco said with a deadly hiss. He was close to snapping. And if he had one more person say that he shouldn't have Harry because 'he was probably going to torture it since Slytherins are all psychopathic bastards' he would probably get himself expelled.
"Why don't we ask Snape to change Harry back?" Goyle asked as he pushed a first year Gryffindor out of the way.
"Because even though Pansy's a daft cow, she is still our friend, and we don't want her dead." Draco answered as he glared. Draco knew it'd be better to have Snape do it, and Draco was risking his neck not allowing the man to help his son, but Draco cared for Pansy. She was like the sister he never had. But he was still going to strangle her if that bloody HufflePuff didn't stop trying to come over to coo in Harry's face.
Although amused by his dragon's obvious irritation, he himself was in the same boat. At this point he wished he had claws to scrape some of the annoying females. See who was cute then. He missed his father, he would have already gone to potions by now and he was probably worried sick, the stupid vampire. He often called him that to annoy him but at this point it was more of an endearment than insult.
Draco frowned down to Harry, noticing the kitten's slight change in mood. Draco pulled Harry up closer. "I'm sorry, Harry. You missed potions, didn't you?" Draco had Harry's schedule memorized about as well as his own, so he knew the answer. The real question was 'You missed your dad's class, and are worried about him, aren't you?' Draco bit his lip at that. He needed to sort his priorities. Keep Pansy, his almost sister who did this to his best friend out of trouble for as long as he could, or turn his best friend, and secret crush, back to normal so that the Potions Master wouldn't skin them all alive. Draco made his mind up. "Sorry." He whispered to Harry, before going into a sprint, trying not to jostle the bundle of fur too much as he ran to the potions classroom.
All Harry did was frown slightly as his ears twitched. He hung a bit awkwardly, now not only annoyed but slightly bored as well. What the hell do cats even do? It's not like he can sleep all day or do any human things... So what is he suppose to do, scratch and destroy stuff? On second thought that sounds kind of fun.
Once Draco was in the potions room, his friends behind him, Snape turned. His face was the normal impassive mask, but Draco could see the small pinch of worry between his god father's brow.
Harry carefully moved away from Draco towards his father. Snape's eyes softened a bit as the Gryffs and Slyths entered, his eyes focused on the kitten. Harry mewled up at him and Snape carefully picked up the kitten, sitting him on the desk. His face remained in its usual sneer as he directed the lesson before leaving them to do what they will. He softly pet Harry and in return Harry purred, keeping an eye on Draco. He was a bit nervous on how the blond would react.
Draco took a second to just see the scene of his Godfather petting Harry. Things slowly began to make sense. Harry had numerous cat stuffed animals, or toys. If it wasn't a dragon, it was a cat. And when Snape had gone with Draco and Harry to Diagon Alley before Harry's first year, the older man spent a few minutes staring at the runt of a kneazle litter. Which had Draco finding out that his Godfather had a soft spot for cats. Draco could handle that. But he was worried about what would happen when Snape found out that it was his son sitting on his desk, and that a fellow Slytherin had turned Harry into a cat because... Draco still hadn't found out yet.
Harry knew that his father was smart, but he would need to be told what was happening for him to understand and yet. He couldn't sell his best mate's friend out like that, so he would keep quiet. At least until he would need the blackmail. At that thought he purred and his father gave a rare smile, almost frightening some of the Gryffindors in the room.
At the end of class, Draco breathed calmly as he approached the desk. "Professor..." Draco began carefully. "Yes, Draco?" Snape asked calmly. Draco took a second to enjoy the calmness before shite hit the fan. "You're able to reverse a human to animal transmutation... correct?" The calmness on Snape's face was gone instantly. "Draco?" Snape asked, voice cold in slight irritation. "Could you..." Draco motioned to kitten Harry on the desk. Snape looked annoyed.
"Which student is it that I've been petting, Draco." Snape said between clenched teeth.
"Draco." Pansy hissed, but was over all ignored.
"And where's Harry?" Snape asked, worry just entering his tone. Draco looked at Harry, and the explosion of a few empty vials showed that Snape was very angry, and successfully cleared the classroom of any lingering students, including all of Draco's friends.
Harry let his head fall and he moved his paw up to his forehead again. 'Stupid' he meowed, shaking his head. His father was now gonna be pissy. Looks like he gets to try to cheer him up. He hopped up on his father's shoulder and when his hand came up he nipped it gently. Snape had somewhat of an idea of what his son was trying to do. "No Harry, this is something that needs to be taken care of appropriately. There is nothing you can do to sugar coat it." All Harry did was give him a look like, you wanna bet?
Draco stood quietly, waiting to see what Snape was going to do. He knew Pansy was going to rip him a new one for snitching. But... Harry was important to him. Had been there almost Draco's entire life. And he didn't want to upset his Godfather more than the older Slytherin probably was, since Draco didn't bring Harry to him immediately.
Snape sighed. He turned back to the Draco. "You and your 'friends' will all attend normal classes for the rest of the day. After dinner, I want to see all of you in my office, understood?" His voice still held a bitter tone to it but it has lessened slightly as Harry continued to purr and rub against his father.
Draco nodded, before leaving and informing his friends of what was happening. Pansy looked betrayed. But Draco ignored it. He just hoped that Harry was going to be okay.
Harry rolled his eyes and jumped down, landing soundlessly. He waited for his father to move and followed him. When they entered his office, Snape threw a blanket at Harry, where it came from, he had no idea. Muttering the counter, Harry soon found himself nude save for the small bit of cover the blanket provided. "But my robes transformed with me! At least they didn't just pile up in the great hall."Snape shook his head. "Your robes were probably returned to your room when the spell was cast, no clothes being needed for an animal."
Draco was fidgeting nervously through the rest of the day. Once his last class was out, Draco was gone, heading to Snape's office. He knew the professor had said to go after dinner, but he needed to know how Harry was doing. When he entered to see Harry was back to normal, in nothing but a towel, Draco could have cried. "Harry!" He said, pulling Harry into him in a tight hug. He shivered slightly as he kept a relieved sob out from leaving his throat
Harry had just gotten out of the shower and didn't expect an arm full of the blond. He gladly hugged back however and gave Draco a small smile. "I'm fine Dragon, you have nothing to worry about. Now could you move off for a second? I kinda need to get dressed."
Draco blushed lightly before pulling back. "Right." And he turned so Harry could have some privacy. They'd seen each other naked plenty of times, having bathed together when they were young. But with the development of feelings and puberty…
Harry moved to dress while he spoke. "You know, this whole experience wasn't all that bad. I think the worst part was when all those girls tried to steal me..."
Draco scowled. He wasn't impressed with that either. But maybe... "When you're old enough, maybe you should become an Animagus." Draco said, peeking over his shoulder.
"Maybe. Father did mention that that wasn't my Animagus form." When he finished he turned around and walked over. "Hey Dragon, don't kill me but... you were such a 'Puff today." Harry giggled before darting off, not wanting the blond to hurt him. Draco had told him once how he would loathe to be a Hufflepuff.
Draco clenched his fists, face turning red with a mixture of blush and annoyance. "You have someone try and steal you away." He mumbled under his breath, ignoring Snape and rushing after Harry. "You can't run once we're in the Great Hall you know!" He called after his friend, longer legs helping him catch up to the younger Slytherin.
"Says who, Puff!?" Harry called out happily, glad the blond was in a better mood. He slipped into the Great Hall and hid in a large group of snakes, each one wearing a little smirk to the fact they were helping in another game of chase.
Draco burst into the hall, looking around and losing the mop of raven hair. It didn't help that Harry had dark hair, and a good amount of the school had darker hair, compared to Draco's hair which was borderline white. He scanned the room carefully though. Draco has played this game with Harry for so long, he knew most of Harry's tricks, just like Harry knew most of his. A group of smirking Slytherins tipped him off. Harry was hiding there then? Well, Draco knew how to pull Harry out. The blond Slytherin sat down right next to Pansy, causing the female to smile, and Draco went straight to eating. Ignoring Harry and the game was the easiest way to win. And he knew that Harry would be planning to get payback against Pansy for turning him into a cat. And if all else fails, Draco would just have to lure Harry out with Treacle Tart. The boy still couldn't resist it.
Harry peeked his head out and scowled. He may have spared the girl a bit but he was still upset, although if she could help him with something it wouldn't be so bad. He thanked his fellow snakes before nudging his way between the two and turned his head to face Pansy. "So you have detention with my father for the rest of the week starting tonight. However," Harry said, leaning in and whispering to the girl. "If you teach me that trick I can shorten it to tonight."
Draco smirked that his plan worked, and was elated that Harry wedged himself between Pansy and Draco. He only caught Pansy's detention, but the whispering afterwards confused him a bit. He decided for once to let it slide. Harry was probably passing on a threat from Snape.
At the girl's slight nod, he happily turned back and grabbed some food, placing it on his plate. "You're still a Puff, unless you prove otherwise." Harry said in a quiet voice so only he and the blond could hear.
Draco cocked an eyebrow. "Really now?" Draco asked. He shrugged, and waited until Harry went to eat when he flicked his wand and the Slytherin's plate shifted away. Draco couldn't help the smirk.
"I thought being irritating was a Gryff trait?" Harry wondered allowed, just picking up something from the blonds and eating it.
Draco sighed. "Next time you get in a situation like today, I'm leaving you in a box outside the Great Hall. Who do you think will pick you up first to take back to their dorm?" Draco then leaned over to whisper in the younger's ear. "And you're obviously smart enough to not need help on your transfigurations essay. When is that due again? Tomorrow?" Draco shrugged. "And I had been thinking about sharing the truffles my mother sent with you."
That was the moment Harry pouted. "I said be a snake, not a dementor. Suck the fun out of it, Merlin"
Draco chuckled. "Dementors don't suck the fun out of things, but the happiness." Draco pointed out, before ruffling Harry's hair. "And I said the truffles. Mother sent treacle tart as well."
"Fine you're forgiven...for now." Harry said, muttering the last part with a small smirk. Draco wouldn't be so happy waking up as a cat tomorrow, would he?
