A.N- Ok, so I think some explaining is in order for the rest of this story. Background information you know? Ok so they're going into their seventh year at Hogwarts. Draco is already 17, and Harry turns 17 the day before the first day of Hogwarts, which is why he is unable to change Draco back now; he's still underage. There aren't any Horcruxes, because that makes the story too complicated lol. I just want this to mainly be about Harry and Draco's relationship. Dumbledore is dead, but Snape didn't kill him, Voldemort did. McGonagall is headmistress, and Voldemort is back in hiding, not planning on taking over the Ministry (as far as Harry or the Order knows). We will get into how Draco's parents died, and what happened to bring on their deaths later in the story, but for now, use your imaginations :P Ok, I think that's all that's important at the moment, sorry it's so long. Read on.
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"The only way to destroy an enemy is to make him a friend."
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"POTTER!" Vernon bellowed from downstairs, startling Harry awake the next morning. Draco stirred on the pillow beside his head.
"POTTER! Get down here and make breakfast!" Uncle Vernon yelled again. Harry groaned and swung his legs off the bed. It was already 12:30. More like brunch, Harry thought. He stood and went to the door, finding they had already unlocked it and slipped outside after checking to see Malfoy was still asleep.
Last night had been hard on Malfoy. Harry had tried to get something – anything – out of Malfoy about his parents, but he had refused. So Harry had just held him. The cat had shuddered with dry sobs until he had fallen asleep, Harry stroking him the whole time.
Harry glided down the stairs and into the kitchen where the Dursley's sat. "We want pancakes. Get to it," Uncle Vernon snapped, not taking his eyes off the paper he held inches from his pug-like nose.
"Yes Uncle Vernon," he grumbled as he walked to the stove. He reached to the drawer underneath it and pulled out a frying pan. He turned on the stove, set the pan on, and went about making the batter. He fried eight pancakes and put six on a plate. He took the plate out, along with a bottle of syrup, and put it on the table. "Here," he grumbled.
"Now, get out of here. And don't you dare try to sneak any food!" Vernon growled.
"Of course not," Harry mumbled and went back to the stove. He put the frying pan and the spatula he had used in the sink. He grabbed the two pancakes and put them under his shirt, trapping them between his side and his arm.
He exited the kitchen and went back upstairs, stopping in the bathroom to relieve himself, then back into his room. Malfoy was sitting on his bed, bright eyed. His ears perked up when Harry walked in. He seemed to be feeling better.
The two boys seemed to have come to an unspoken agreement that they were friends. At least until Draco was back in his own body.
Harry threw the pancakes across the room Frisbee-style. Draco had to leap out of the way to avoid them.
"You're probably hungry. How long had you been a cat before I found you?" Harry asked, coming to sit on his bed.
Draco tapped his paw seven times on the bed.
Harry nodded. "A week then?" Malfoy nodded. "I'm taking you're really hungry then. I mean mice aren't dignified enough for Malfoy's to eat, are they?" Harry chuckled and Malfoy stuck his tongue out in his funny little way.
Harry picked up the two pancakes and put them in front of Malfoy. "There you go!" he said cheerily and stood up, going over to his closet to change.
Draco dug into the pancake on top eagerly. It had been a long time since he'd eaten. He looked up as Harry was pulling off his over sized t-shirt to replace it with one that looked marginally smaller. That's when Draco noticed how truly skinny Harry was. Just looking at Harry from the back was enough. Then Harry turned around. If it weren't for the small muscles that padded his arms and stomach he would have been skin and bone.
Harry noticed him staring and smirked. He rubbed his hand across his abs. "You like what you see?" he said in a low, slightly mocking voice. Draco gave an indignant huff and went back to eating, trying to ignore Harry.
Harry chuckled and proceeded to put on the other shirt. Then he reached in and pulled out a worn pair of jeans. They looked like they might actually be his size though. Draco watched as Harry slid the soft fabric of his pajamas down over his hips and they dropped to the floor so he was clad only in thin green boxers.
Potter's got a nice ass, he thought. Then immediately regretted it. I did not just say Harry – Potter, damn it! - had a nice ass!! No! This stupid cat brain is getting to me.
Harry pulled on the faded jeans, which had holes in the knees and came over to his bed to sit next to Malfoy. Malfoy had stopped eating and was staring at him in a confused way, and then he pushed the other pancake at Harry.
"No, that's ok. I'm used to not eating that often. I got it for you," Harry insisted, pushing the pancake back at him. Malfoy shook his head and went to perch on Harry's pillow. Harry grinned and picked up the pancake. He took a bite and muttered something that sounded like 'stubborn'. Then, Harry did a double take, staring back at Malfoy.
"Have you gotten bigger?" he asked, surprised. Malfoy looked confused and dumbly looked down at himself. He shrugged. Harry leaned over and picked him up. "You're heavier." He turned Malfoy in his hand in front of his face. "You're definitely bigger… can transfiguration's grow?" he asked thoughtfully, pocking and prodding at Malfoy.
Malfoy again shrugged. He didn't think so, but that wasn't exactly his best subject. McGonagall taught it! Who could stay awake when she was teaching? Bloody Gryffindor…
"You look less kitten-ish… more cat-ish… If that makes any sense," Harry mumbled, more to himself then to Malfoy.
Harry fake pouted, "You're not as fluffy anymore."
Draco wriggled out of Harry's grasp and hopped onto the floor. Harry seemed lost in thought, it really seemed to have stumped him. But truthfully, Draco didn't even know if he was actually transfigured per se… he didn't know what spell the Death Eater's had used.
He shrugged to himself and began prowling around the room. Now where did I put that string…? Draco quickly found it wedged against Harry's bed and the wall. He clawed at it till it was out and pushed it across the floor. He then flew after it and leaped, only to find the ball was smaller then it used to be, he could stand over it now with his stomach only barely touching the top of it.
He huffed and picked the ball up in his teeth. He twisted his head and unlatched his jaws so it flew across the room. It hit Harry's closet door with a satisfying thud.
Draco leapt up onto the chair to Harry's desk and to the desk from there. When he looked up to the window, though, he gave a surprised squeak and tumbled off the desk backwards. His head was going crazy, telling him he was upside down. He twisted in midair and landed gracefully on his feet. ((A.N- I watched it on Animal Planet a couple days ago. No I'm not a nerd! Lol. Cat's have like hairs in their ears that tell them when they're upside down. So they jerk their heads around and the rest of there body follows. Look at that you learned something today! lol))
"So cats do always land on their feet," Harry chuckled as he got up to let the large owl staring through the window in.
It perched on the top of Harry's desk chair and held out its leg which had a small role of parchment attached. Harry carefully untied it, opened it up and read through it. His face lit up like a five-year-old on Christmas. "It's from Ron!" he exclaimed. "He said I can go over there in a week from today!"
Harry flipped the paper back over, yanked open the drawer of his bedside table and scribbled a reply on the back before securing it to the owl's leg and sending it back on its way.
"We can even turn you back if you want! We can get one of the older Weasley's to do it, or Hermione." The cat shook his head vigorously. Harry frowned. "Why not?"
Malfoy hopped up onto Harry's desk and put a paw (larger then it was yesterday) on Harry's chest, then awkwardly put it against his own small chest. Then he put it on the desk and made a slashing motion.
"You only want us two to know about this?" Harry guessed. Malfoy nodded. Harry nodded as well, then he grinned. "I rock at this you know… guessing what you're saying, I mean. I'm totally challenging Ron and Hermione to a game of charades." Malfoy rolled his eyes.
Malfoy glanced at the clock hanging on Harry's wall. It was half-past two.
Harry suddenly began digging around in his closet till he pulled out a pair of shoes and forced them onto his feet. "You want to go outside?" Harry asked. Malfoy nodded and jumped into Harry's open arms. Harry held him for a moment before stuffing him underneath his shirt. "Can you hold onto the inside of my shirt with your claws?" he asked and Malfoy immediately twisted and dug his claws into the fabric of Harry's shirt.
The hand supporting him disappeared and an arm clapped down onto him from outside the shirt, holding him into place. "This'll be quick, just hold on." Harry walked from his room, and flew down the stairs trying to go unnoticed.
"Where are you going?" Vernon barked from behind as Harry reached for the doorknob.
"For a walk," Harry answered without turning around or taking his hand off the knob.
Uncle Vernon hesitated for a moment before grumbling out an 'alright' and going back to whatever boring activity he was at before.
Harry slipped out the door and ran down the street till the Dursley's house was out of view. Then he pried Malfoy out from under his shirt and set him on the ground. Malfoy came up past his ankle now.
They walked all the way to the park Harry had first found him at and Harry sat down under a shady tree. He watched on in amusement as Malfoy leapt and pounced again and again after a fluttering butterfly.
Malfoy left the butterfly and was trying to imitate a huge Praying Mantis that was standing on a leaf. Malfoy was sitting back on his haunches, facing the big bug, and was waving his front paws out in front of him like the bug was. It was the cutest thing Harry ever saw.
Then Harry watched as Draco chased after a tiny squirrel only to squeak and run away in fear when a bigger one flew down a tree toward him. He ran as fast as he could back to Harry and hid behind his back as the squirrel chattered angrily a few yards from them.
After the squirrel had disappeared up a tree Malfoy loped back out into the open, diving into a bunch of flowers and coming back with a bright pink one gripped between his jaws. He climbed up Harry's chest and to his shoulder, where he pushed the flower's long stem in between Harry's ear and head.
Harry chuckled. Was Malfoy always this playful and curious, or was it an effect of being a cat? He pondered this for a while as he watched Malfoy absently rolling around in the warm grass.
What happened to the mean, hateful, cold, Malfoy he'd known for six years?! This was all so confusing. Did the other Slytherins all have a playful fun side they only showed to each other? Harry highly doubted it.
Maybe Malfoy was different. Maybe this Malfoy he's known for the last few days was the real one. Maybe the cold mean one was just what he had to be to survive in Slytherin.
Harry was brought out of his dream land as he felt something crawling into his lap. Kitten-Malfoy gave a yawn and stretched out across Harry's legs, his eyes closing.
"Wore yourself out already did you?" Harry asked. Malfoy opened one eye. "Well let's get back to the Dursley's then. They're going to want me to make dinner soon… and you don't want to see them when they're hungry." Harry gave a dramatic shudder. Malfoy gave one of his cat grins.
Harry wrapped Malfoy in his arms and stood up. The cat buried his face into the crook of Harry's arm, purring happily as Harry walked home.
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