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Felis Domesticus

Chapter 3

Lucius Malfoy eyed the red hallowed square object Harry had in his hands with a scowl. He wasn't at all happy with the way things were going and he had completely forgotten one of the things that cats needed to make sure 'accidents' didn't happen. But they had, and said 'accident' had happened all over Harry's prized Firebolt broom.

"Luci," Harry said calmly, his eye twitching in slight annoyance as he looked down at the orange and white feline. "This is a litter box, and you have to use it to keep…this," Harry gestured to the now fowl smelling broom, "from happening."

Lucius continued to stare at the box in disdain, the gravelly bits inside smelling strongly of baking soda and pine. If there was one thing Lucius was completely sure he wasn't going to do, it was use a litter box. He was one of the wealthiest wizards in Britain and he was not going to lower himself to use such a thing. The very idea of even stepping into it made his furry skin crawl.

"Look, I know it's not fancy, but you have to use it."

Placing the litter box down at the far corner of the boys' dorm room, Harry sat cross-legged next to it, giving Luci a little frown. "It's not as if you're the only one being degraded by using this thing. I have to clean it you know, so if you think you're getting the short end of the stick you're mistaken."

The blond feline raised his brow to that. It was true, at least he didn't have to clean it, but the thought of doing his business in it still didn't sit well with him.

"Please Luci, for me?"

It was with that sincere smile that Harry had on his face that made Lucius seriously consider it. Hearing the boy ask so nicely left him feeling a little more satisfied in a way, mostly due to the fact that images of Harry asking Lucius nicely to suck his-

"If you do this for me, I'll get you some catnip. The fresh stuff not those freeze dried pieces that come in a can."

Cat nip?

Lucius had been wondering what it was that had cats go insane for such a plant. Since he was one maybe he'd be able finally understand the reasoning behind it. It did seem like a good deal, at least from where he stood and something inside him told him it'd be worth it in the end. At least this way he'd be able relieve himself and not worry about one of the boys coming into the bathroom in the middle of the night and find his little kitty self using the toilet.

Sniffing the litter box, Lucius glanced up at Harry and let out a quiet sigh. The way those green eyes looked at him just then, with such hopefulness and something else Lucius couldn't put his paw on made him want more than anything to keep that look trained on him, almost as if he didn't want Harry to look at him in any other way.

With one white paw, Lucius stepped in, carefully letting the pink padding of his feet press against the litter. It didn't feel too bad, in fact Lucius kind of wanted to dig at it, maybe sniff around the edges just to make sure no one else had used it before him. Rolling his eyes after realizing the thought that crossed his mind, Lucius shook his head and moved completely inside it.

I should hope no one has used it. That would be disgusting.

Harry's smile widened when Luci finally started to dig around it and got up from his position on the floor to his bed. Transfiguration was in about half an hour and he still needed to finish his essay, the night before proving to be a little more interesting than the pros and cons of Alchemy and the differences between it and transfiguration. He felt a bit overwhelmed, but the book that Hermione gave him actually helped a lot when he finished off the last few inches of parchment needed.

After working silently for a few minutes he collected his books from his trunk, his eyes glanced over to Luci and raised a brow when the tom stared up at him expectantly.

"What? I have nothing for you Luci."

Lucius still stared, his tail swishing lazily over the floor and his ears pointed forward.

"Lunch isn't until after transfiguration, and I can't feed you until then. If you want, you can go hunt for a mouse or something until I get back."

"M'row." Lucius chirped. A mouse, did he really expect him to go hunting for a mouse when the kitchens had been stocked with all kinds of meat? And cream, Lucius could go for some cream.

Harry sighed and glanced at his watch, he still had fifteen minutes before class. It would take him almost ten to get there from the dorm and it would take him another five to look over his work before McGonagall came in and asked for it. Frowning slightly he thought briefly of taking Luci with him. It wasn't as if pets weren't allowed and he didn't really feel too comfortable leaving him all by himself.

Sliding his messenger bag over his shoulder, Harry smiled down at Luci and picked him up, his thumb and index fingers rubbing against one of his fuzzy ears in upward motions. "I guess McGonagall won't mind too much, as long as you stay under the table and out of sight, alright?"

Harry received another meow in return and held Luci a little closer to him, walked out of the dorms and in the direction of his next class.

Never in his life did he think he would be so good with cats before. His stays with Mrs. Figg had him thinking that cats were nothing more than lazy, temperamental animals that liked nothing more than to stalk your feet and lint up your clothes. But Luci was something else, something special and he felt like Luci actually understood him in a way that most cats shouldn't have been able too.

He arrived just a few minutes earlier than he expected. Checking his watch he noted that he had about seven or so minutes before class started and leaned against the stone all, Lucius languidly jumping from his arms and onto the floor.

"I don't know Luci," He said quietly. "I have a feeling that Transfiguration isn't going to go as smoothly as Potions."

It wasn't so much a feeling as it was that Harry knew it wasn't going to go well. He had Transfiguration with Ron and Hermione and the way that they had been looking at him the day before after his conversation with Draco only made Harry hope that they would say what they wanted and leave him alone.

Harry loved his friends, but there were times when they could be a little overbearing, especially when it came to him talking to anyone from Slytherin. He was actually surprised they didn't go hunting for him when he didn't show up at breakfast, but shrugged it off.

Lucius eyed the boy for a moment and rubbed his body along his legs, feeling like he needed the comfort. He was way too quiet and look of apprehension had him a little worried. Then the realization he had made earlier reared its ugly head, causing him to blush under his fur.

I like Harry Potter. I, Lucius Malfoy, like Harry Potter!

He knew it wasn't one of those platonic likes either, he was finding the boy to be romantically attractive. Not hot, not sex worthy, not fuck-ably cute—although he was all those things—but like-able in the way he wanted to know him better, to sooth his worries and fears and make him smile at him in that kind and loving way he did when he looked at him in his newly acquired cat form. It made him both happy and unnerved at the same time.

Lucius didn't think about too long before other students started to arrive. Hiding behind Harry's legs he watched as the green eyed teen got up from the wall and lifted him from the floor, arms wrapped securely around his body.

From the corner of his eye, Harry could see his friends approach, both wearing slightly annoyed expressions on their faces. Steeling himself for the onslaught of questions he knew would come; he greeted them with a smile.

"Hello Hermione, hello Ron."

At his greeting they both glanced at the cat in Harry's arms. Hermione clutched her books tighter to herself and kept her gaze trained on Harry.

"We didn't see you at breakfast."

Ron nodded, shifting the weight of his bag on his shoulder, watching the cat in his arms warily, blushing when he finally met Harry's eyes, memories of the previous night flashing quickly through his mind and leaving him slightly embarrassed.

"And you spoke to Malfoy. Malfoy, as if you two had suddenly become best buds or something." Ron said with a sneer, fighting the reddening of his cheeks and unable to keep his disdain for the blond Slytherin from his voice.

Harry winced at that. He knew his friends wouldn't really like that he had not only spoken to Malfoy civilly, but just left them right afterward. He probably would've been mad had their situations been reverse. His thumb rubbed over one of Luci's back paws, letting the nails press against his skin and sighed.

"I had to give him his father's wand."

"But why did you? I mean, you could've held onto it, maybe see if there was any dark magic on the thing. It does belong to a Death Eater you know! Malfoy's dad could've used it to do something and we could've had something to put that older git away!" Ron said with a scowl, for once keeping his voice low enough for only them to hear. His eyes quickly scanned the crowd that was gathering around the entrance to the McGonagall's class.

"Enough! You know Mr. Malfoy's been excused for his past crimes! He's helped with the war and helped prevent it from escalating!" Harry fiercely whispered through clenched teeth. "Besides, even if he did do anything he would've been tracked down and arrested immediately. Just because he's been excused doesn't mean he isn't being watched by the Ministry"

Lucius felt a sense of pride swell in his chest when he heard Harry stand up for him. The look Ron gaping like a fish at that, only added to it.

Unsure of how to respond, Ron closed his mouth with a snap. He hadn't expected Harry to defend Malfoy like he did. It was a bit unsettling to him. Just as he was about to protest however, McGonagall finally appeared.

Harry let out a small sigh of relief, his irritation forgotten when soft purring and a cold nose was pressed to his chin. He smiled, rubbing under the cat's chin. He followed the other students in when McGonagall opened the doors, ushering the children inside with a stern look and eyed the small cat in Harry's arms curiously.

"Mr. Potter, who is this you have with you?" She asked, gesturing to the cat.

Blushing slightly Harry looked from Luci to McGonagall and gave a small smile. "Um…this is Luci. He's…he's my cat."

McGonagall gave the feline a once over and nodded as Harry walked to his seat, placing Luci down gently on the floor under the table. Hermione and Ron both shared a look, but before either of them had the chance to say anything McGonagall had taken her place in front of the class and motioned for them all to settle down.

The lesson had gone by with relative ease; Harry had managed to get everything that was said without looking into his textbook and found Luci's presence as he took notes to be comforting. Once or twice he noticed Luci watching his quill scratch over the parchment from the edge of the desk, almost as if he were reading the words he wrote. He didn't think too much about it though, only moving his quill away when Luci felt the overwhelming need to bat at the feathered tip.

After many moments of watching intensely as Harry took notes, Lucius started to feel a bit bored and decided that now was the time to get more attention onto him. With much grace and elegance he jumped onto the desk and strutted onto the parchment Harry was writing on,carefully placing his paws beneath himself, purring loudly as he was met with protest.

"Luci, how am I supposed to write with you on my parchment?" Harry asked with a raised brow, poking lightly at Lucius' furry side. "Come on now, you can get attention later."

"Maybe he's not done stealing you away from us." Ron said with a small sneer, his quill posed above his notes. "Ever since you found that cat you've been acting weird."

Harry shook his head, his gaze moving from the obviously comfortable cat in front of him to his annoyed friend. He sighed, setting the quill down beside Luci and turned to face Ron.

"He's not stealing me away from you. He's just a cat. And yeah, I know I've been acting weird since I found him, but who wouldn't? I've never owned an animal before so this is something new for me. But I'm sorry if you feel like I've been ignoring you in favor of Luci."

Ron couldn't help the scowl that appeared. He wasn't just feeling ignored, he was being ignored. And he hated how little they had really gotten to talk ever since that feline had made his way into Harry's arms. Ron was a little jealous, although he would never admit it, but there was just something off about Harry's new found relationship with that small animal that just didn't seem to sit well with Ron.

"It's not just that you've been ignoring us! It's the fact that you've been doing nothing but hanging around that thing ever since you found him. Malfoy's dad still hasn't been found, and now you're off chatting it up with that blond gits son! Merlin knows where that slimy Slytherin has been."

And that was the straw that broke the kitty's back. Lucius could no longer stand the constant jabs at not only his innocence but now toward his son? He wasn't going to stand for any of that. With rapid quickness Lucius lashed out at Ron's hand with claws and teeth, growling with his ears back and smirked inwardly when the redhead screamed.

"Ah god-damn it! Get him off, get him off!"

"Luci! No!"

Taking hold of Lucius Harry was able to pry him off, flinching when Lucius hissed and swiped his claws in Ron's direction, nicking him. "Luci, stop!"

"What in the name of Merlin is going on?" Mcgonagall asked, flustered that the silence was disturbed, her eyes moving from Harry to Ron then to the clearly angry cat in his arms. "Granger, take Weasley to the infirmary. Potter, if you cannot control your cat then you will have to leave him outside!"

"Yes Professor. I promise you I won't happen again."

"No it won't. Just for that little outburst you will be spending detention with me at six o'clock sharp. Is that understood?"

Harry nodded and watched as Hermione lead Ron out of the classroom. He sighed, placing Lucius down on the floor with a small glare. Curious over why Luci had just suddenly attacked Ron, and annoyed that he had detention because of it. During the time that he had been taking care of him, he never noticed any sort of aggression. Suddenly a thought occurred. Perhaps Luci was traumatized by redheads after being handled by George. He did leave a decent sized scratch on the teens hand after that...unfortunate incident.

Unaware of Harry's thoughts, Lucius knew what he did wasn't exactly 'Malfoy-like'. He wondered briefly if his behavior was acceptable by feline standards, but left that thought when he realized Harry might have actually gotten upset over what he did. That was his best friend after all.

Lucius rolled his eyes, but looked up when Harry picked him up, his tail wrapping around his arm as they left.

"That wasn't nice, Luci. You could've really hurt Ron." Harry whispered, eyeing some of the students that stared at him. "...still, I don't blame you."

Lucius meowed softly, his ears twitching. He didn't blame him? That was surprising. He was sure that Harry would've been pretty sore at him for what he did. But if he was relatively okay with it, Lucius wasn't going to complain. He wanted to try that catnip, and any sympathy he could gain from Harry over it was better than nothing.

"Maybe having George and Fred take a look at your...um...package, made you not like redheads."

That reason could work. And if he was lucky, he might keep Ron and the rest of those Weasley's away from him. The less he saw of any of them the happier he would be.

"Anyway, you must be hungry. How about some lunch?"

"M'row."

PMPMPMPMPM

Draco grinned as the latch to his father's chambers finally opened. It had taken him a while, but he was able to break through all the charms that were on the door. His father had become increasingly paranoid after the last batch of hate mail and death threats were delivered to him. Most of them from rouge Death Eaters that had yet to be captured, and others from families who had known someone that died to the Dark Lord. Albeit, those from the families were less threatening, but it still didn't sit well with Lucius.

Once inside, Draco pocked his wand and sneered when he saw the rather large mess. Clothes, books, robes littered the floors and couches. Potion stains on the walls and coffee table. Plates covered with half eaten food sat in small stacks on the floor, hard and crusted.

"Wow...your dad really is um...messy."

"Shut up Blaise, he's...had it rough these last couple of months. What with my mother leaving him, constant court dates and now being forced to teach at Hogwarts." Draco said, cringing when he stepped onto a rather moist shirt on the floor.

Blaise smirked, following Draco deeper into the man's chambers until they finally reached the small office next to his bedroom.

"You know, you never did tell me why he decided to work here."

Draco scoffed, his eyes widening when he noticed how clean his office was compared to the rest of his living quarters.

"Decided? He never decided to work here. He had no choice. He was fired from the Ministry and Dumbledore was apparently the only idiot senile enough to hire an 'ex-Death Eater.'"

Blaise shook his head in disbelief and sat down on one of the leather chairs in front of a large cherry wood desk, watching Draco as the blond Slytherin picked up books and looked through drawers. The space was actually pretty well decorated. Large windows that looked out onto the Quidditch pitch, and dark green and blue wallpaper,black leather chairs and couches and plants in every corner giving the room a more homey feel to it. The moving pictures of Draco and Lucius sat on the beautifully polished and organized desk left Blaise with a sense that the man spent most of his time in his office than anywhere else.

The black boy was shook out of his thoughts when Draco gasped and retrieved a small, red leather-bound notebook from one of the desks compartments.

"And he said diary's weren't his thing." Draco said with a small smile and sat at his Father's desk.

"What's that?"

"This, my dear Blaise, is my father's diary. I gave this to him last Christmas just before Mother left. He said that he wasn't one to organize his thoughts on paper, but after an incident involving a pensive I guess he decided to use it." Draco said fondly, his fingers going over the smooth cover of the book.

Smiling at the expression Draco had on his face, Blaise leaned forward expectantly as his normally stoic friend flipped through the pages.

"What does it say?"

Draco grinned, looked up from the book for a moment before letting his eyes roam over the neatly scribbled words. He cleared his throat.

September 1st,

After my first Divination class I needed a nice, long bath to sooth my nerves. Never in my life have I seen such laziness amoung a group of children. I don't know what Trelawney taught them but the fact that most of them honestly believed a crystal ball told their future not only astounded me, but had me questioning on the possibility of our world as a whole if these particular bunch of misfits are, indeed, our "future."

But, not all was bad. For it would seem that I have attracted someone. If the way those intense green eyes seemed to follow me in the Great Hall are anything to go by.

Blaise's grin couldn't have been any wider as he listened to Draco read. The way boys grey orbs read over the entry had him almost giggling.

Maybe it was because he was used to his own mother going on about men and her affairs that seeing Draco, the normally calm and collected Slytherin look so disturbed by the older Malfoy's potential love life had him laughing inwardly.

"My father...and someone else...? Oh, that's just wrong."

"Stop being so pessimistic. It's not as if he's jumping someones bones you know. He just said he's noticed someone watching him. Romantically."

"But it's my father Blaise."

"Whatever. Keep reading. Maybe it's nothing."

Draco eyed the teen warily, hoping against all odds that his friend was right and that his Father was merely flattered by the attention. Flipping ahead a few pages, Draco continued on.

September 28th,

After many weeks of observation, I have come to conclusion that I've become the object of someones affection. Just last Wednesday I received a box of chocolate frogs with a small note attached. It was incomprehensible, unfortunately. Written in a language that I could not decipher. But I had a feeling it could have been a declaration of infatuation towards me.

Now, unless my son has developed some disturbing feelings for me, I'm guessing that whomever sent these chocolate frogs is paying more attention to me than their school work.

"Hahaha! Oh, oh that is just rich!" Blaise choked out between laughs, biting his lip at the blush that stained the blonde's pale cheeks. "He has an admirer, and he knows his admirer is a student? Your father is pretty kinky."

"Shut. Up. Blaise!"

"And then there is the fact that he mentioned you in here. I mean, I knew your father had a dry sense of humor but to say it was you-even in a joking sense-that is twisted. I must say I now have a lot more respect for the man."

Rolling his eyes at Blaise' obvious amusement, Draco once again went a few pages ahead, hoping that his father would perhaps write some more sensible and age appropriate entries. The way things had looked, his father was beginning to sound less like a man in his late thirties and more like a boy in his early teens.

October 14th,

For the last few nights I have been having highly erotic dreams-

"Oh for the love Merlin..."

"Shut up and give it to me." Blaise said, quickly snatching the book. It was getting too good to stop and he wanted to know more. It wasn't everyday that an opportunity to learn more of the cold and calculating Lucius Malfoy just landed in his lap. Sticking his tongue out at Draco he let out a snicker when the boy covered his ears.

-highly erotic dreams concerning Green-eyes. I am almost certain Green-eyes was the one to send me the chocolate frogs, for no one else was watching as closely.

Never in my life have I felt so completely wanted. The way Green-eyes looks at me than quickly looks away, as if scared by thought of being caught-it just makes me want to jump over the table to ravish-

"For the love of all that is holy Blaise..." Draco groaned, pressing the heel of his hands against his eyes. It was one thing to know that his father had a secret admirer, but it was another thing entirely to know his father was having sexual dreams involving said admirer. And it didn't help matters that said person was also a student.

That little fact didn't bother him so much. He could care less about the age difference. But it was the idea that his father had any sort of sensual needs that greatly disturbed him. He hated thinking about his parents, especially his father as anything else but completely asexual.

"Alright, alright. Look, there is only one more passage left. And it looks like it was just before his disappearance. Maybe it'll give us some insight as to what happened."

Completely unnerved by what he had already heard, Draco was could only pray that the last one would help and not mentally scar him.

"Fine. Read it."

Nodding once, Blaise grinned, casting one long look at his friend before he turned his attention back to the book.

November 4th,

I dreamt about Green-eyes again. This time our roles were reversed and I was the student. It started with me goofing off with Severus and Green-eyes spanking me because of it in front of everyone-

"That's it!" Draco screamed and jumped out of the chair, wand in hand and poised. "You did that on purpose! You knew what the last passage was about, and you read it just to spite me, you disgusting, perverted arsehole!"

"Aw, what's the matter Draco?" Blaise asked, swiftly getting up from his seat. "Don't like that your daddy has needs?"

With that, Draco attacked and the last thing Blaise saw was a bright yellow light headed toward him.

A/N : well that's it. 8) I hope you like it. Don't forget to review.