Me-OW

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Chapter 6

Lavender's POV

Sigh. A girl tries to eat a yummy-yummy-in-my-tummy dinner that she'd been daydreaming of since lunch and what happens? McGonnagal boots the girl and her stupid vengeful cat. Doesn't the woman realize I am not at fault here? I'm the victim! I demand a lawyer! Mom should know a good lawyer! She's been sued so many times for her gossip articles.

Memo to self: Write letter to mumsy.

"Merow!"

"Ah shut up Draco. This is all your fault." I purse my lips, glancing down at the pissed off cat nestled in my arms. His head is resting on my elbow, avoiding any accidental glances he might receive of me. Big baby. My tummy growls. "Dobby should be able to rustle up some grub for our poor tummies."

I come up to the kitchen's portrait, tickle the pear, and quickly walk through the hole to the warm kitchens. An elf pops beside me. "Hello there Miss Leader of Mr Potter's stalking girl's fan club! Can Lulu get mistress anything?" I laugh, smiling down at the small elf.

"Yes, some chicken, garden salad, a glass of water, and a bowl of cream please." I'm breaking my vow with the diet. I've lost the pounds I wanted gone. Parvati cheats too, don't worry. Her fixation is gummy worms. She's a sucker for them.

"Right away miss! Lulu shall be right back!"

I set Draco onto the island, pulling myself up on a chair. "Drink all your cream and I'll consider giving you a fresh cookie." Draco looks up at me, sitting tall with his tail swishing back and forth. I grin, ruffling the fur on his head. He doesn't like that much if the extension of his claws mean anything.

"Here is miss's dinner! Can Lulu get you or your little kitty anything else?"

I shake my head, cutting up my chicken. "Sergeant Fuzzyboots and I are fine now Lulu. Tell Dobby I said hello." I'm going to pay for calling him that. Heehee, I love being evil.

"Very well miss!" She disappears with a pop.

"Drink up Malfoy. Or no cookie for you." I lift my fork only to have him yank the chicken from my fork and devour it. Ok, he's not after a cookie. He's after solid meat. "Did Milly really only feed you cat food and milk?" Boy, she's screwed if the performance of Neville's face is just Draco warming up! I quickly rip half my chicken into shreds before setting it in front of him.

Draco inhales the chicken like a starved kitten. If he was a real cat, I'd be so sad! But I'm not. Licking his chops, Draco turns towards his cream. We eat in companionable silence.

And yes, I gave him a cookie.

Draco's POV

Chicken isn't real meat but it's as close I'm going to get tonight. The cream's pretty good too.

Brown had better have a litter box for me. Bulstrode didn't think of that and I left a little something for her in her sock drawer.

I rest my head against Brown's breast, listening to her heartbeat as she carries me to Gryffindor Tower. Her sweater's soft, a comfy pillow. Brown doesn't walk at a sea sickening pace like Bulstrode always did. It's nice. She's humming to herself a song I don't recognize as she steps through the fat lady's portrait.

There are a few 6th years around the fire working on homework, heads down, and quills scribbling away. Finnigan comes over to us with a smirk on his face. "You actually brought that thing in here? I'm shocked Lavvy." She shrugs her shoulders, her humming ceased. Hmmm, I could carve his face…

"What's with the smile Seamus?" She sounds resigned.

Finnigan leans against the wall, his smirk wider. "I was thinking you and I going to an empty corridor closet and screwing each other's brains out." His finger trails down her arm, lust glowing brightly in his beady little eyes.

Sheesh. That is the worst pick-up line I've ever heard in my life! Goyle comes up with better lines than that!

Brown scoffs. "As appealing as that offer is Finnigan, I've got homework and I don't know" She strokes my head while she ponders, "I have a life." She leans in close so she's whispering in Finnigan's ear. "I know many people will tell you otherwise dear, but size does matter."

Oooooooo, that's my girl! Hit 'em where it hurts! I rest my head right under her chin, purring my approval as she climbs the stairs. She strokes the side of my neck, sighing softly.

"Seamus has been looking for you again Lavender. Did you run into him downstairs?" Patil asks, sprawled in a chair, not looking up from her textbook. Lavender sets me down on the floor.

"Yeah, offered a quick rut in a closet somewhere. I turned down his offer."

Patil smiles, scribbling notes on parchment. "Good girl."

Darn right! I trot to the open bathroom, peeking in. Ah, good girl is right. She's remembered my litter box. I quickly finish my business before returning to the room. Lavender's on her stomach among thousands of quilts, her focus completely to her homework. Hey! You're supposed to be looking after me! It's been half a day and already you're neglecting me!! Are you listening to me? Sigh, no of course you aren't. You're too busy doing homework!!!!!

Women.

I trot over to the bed. I attempt to leap to the bed to only reach half way and I have to claw my way up. Lavender's got her books out and quill over parchment. I wobble over the mountains of quilts to her homework, sitting on her textbook.

"Move your fat bum away Malfoy. Some of us have homework due tomorrow."

No. Nobody tells a Malfoy to go away! I want attention darn it! Walking over all her parchments, I dip under her chin so I'm sprawled out of her line of vision between her chin and the bed. It's very cozy here. Lavender scoffs before a hand snuggles me closer under her chin, stroking fingers over my fur. "People call me an attention seeker."

This is more like it. I allow myself to purr as Lavender's attention reverts to Transfiguration. That assignment was given out last week! Looks like we have a procrastinator amongst ourselves.

Lavender's POV

Draco hasn't stopped watching me since Parvati left. He just sits there, his tail twitching and green/grey eyes boring into my skull as I attempt to finish Charms. I've already tried my radio for any good songs. They're all oldies tonight so the dorm is an uncomfortable silence. I hate silences.

"Quit staring Draco. It's not polite." He ignores me, continuing to keep right on staring at me. It feels like two eyeballs are staring into my minds, my soul, picking things apart. It's very creepy. "Knock it off Draco. Go sleep in a corner or something." I shove my books into a bag, giving up on doing anything else tonight. I lie down on my back, closing my eyes.

A weight settles between my breasts. I'm not going to open my eyes. I'm not going to open my eyes. He's watching me, I can tell. Everything has to be about him! I'm not going to open my eyes. Damn it, right eye don't you dare! Don't even think it! Don't you dare open or so help me… Damn it! You opened! Now he's smirking! Damn you right eye! I hate you! My left eye is my new favourite eye! You have officially been disowned. That's right. I'll seek your replacement in the morning! Boy, betcha you're sorry now!

…

It's ok, I accept your apology. I won't replace you.

"You're a persistent little bugger aren't you?" Draco purrs in approval, his nails digging. "Sheath the claws Malfoy. Flesh is very sensitive you know." If cats could chuckle, he'd be doing it right now.

"Go away! I've already danced attendance to you today." I sit up, hoisting him onto my quilts. I get cold at night. Really easily. I'm going to get ready for bed. Walking over to my drawers, I pull out a tank top and yellow silk pants. Mumsy sent these in the mail last week. They're my favourite.

I unravel the scarf from my hair and slip into the bathroom. I quickly wash my face, ridding myself of all makeup. I love brushing my teeth. First I do the top and then the bottom. I spit, rinse, and gurgle mouthwash. Then I floss, down first and then top, then I brush again, spit again, rinse again, and gurgle mouthwash again. I've made this a habit ever since Mumsy read me Sleeping Beauty. I never want my prince charming to come and kiss me only to find I have really bad breath or my teeth not as white as they should be! Every girl should be prepared!

Aaaahhh, sparkling clean teeth! I wiggle into my yellow silk pants and whip my top off only to get my head stuck in it. Now, I'm a graceful child, but it's hard to be graceful when attempting to escape from an evil shirt that insists on holding my lovely head full of knowledge hostage!

"Eek!" I slam into the wall as I finally have my head coming popping up. I give my head a shake. Whew! That's enough excitement for one night. I chuck the shirt on the floor and stretch. It's been a pretty long day and my comfy quilted bed awaits me. I love my bed, it's so soft and squishy and it's purring and-

Oh shit! I make a dive under the covers. Heehee, forgot to put my tank top on and am stretching in my bra for Malfoy. That's just great. Juuuuuuusssssssstttttt great!

Draco's POV

Life is pretty good right now. I was right in one sense. Lavender Brown does not need to lose any more weight. She is pppeeerrrfffeeecccttt! Curvy in all the right places! Now hazel glaring eyes and a pointed nose are peeking out at me behind the covers.

"Turn around Malfoy. Now!" Okay okay! Miss Bossypants! I avert my gaze to Brown's lovely mirror, which shows a lovely reflection of her movements as she quickly strips from her bra and yanks on a white tank top. I love my sneaky ways. She sighs in satisfaction. "You can turn around now." She throws her bra to the side before lifting me up.

Oh no! If you think I'm going to sleep on the floor! You've got-

She tucks me into her side, snuggling under the quilts.

Oh, well then. That's better than a stupid basket. Her hand warmly strokes my side. "You're like a heater Malfoy." And you're freezing Brown! Holy crap! No wonder you have so many quilts, anyone else would suffocate under this intense heat! At night I'm always warm. Even in winter I sleep in my boxers with just a light blanket. Everyone thinks I'm cold. I'm cold- hearted certainly, but my body temperature is something else.

Every girl I've ever had sex with has mentioned my body heat. Apparently it's quite uncomfortable and they end up leaving right after sex. Not that I mind. I like having the bed to myself and I'm not much of a cuddler. Bedding a girl is a simple release for the both of us, cuddling doesn't do anything. Only sissy boys cuddle, like Weasley and Potter. Though I will speak to Finnigan about the proper respect needed towards females. The way he approached Brown tonight is just disgusting. Gives us guys a bad wrap.

Memo to self: Beat the living shit out of Finnigan.

Lavender snuggles into her pillow. Raising her hands, she claps the lights off. I lurch at this. I want clapping lights! Lavender laughs at my raised head. "Pretty cool huh? Parvati and Greg helped me install them."

Very cool. Not that I'm all impressed. I raise my nose up in the air, feinting boredom. She laughs softly, pulling me against her again. "Good night Sergeant Fuzzyboots."

We're going to have a talk about this Sergeant Fuzzyboots nonsense once my voice is restored missy.

Lavender's POV

Hmmm. Come back my lovely cucumber sandwiches! Come back! Come back-huh? Wow, my feet are freezing! Though my neck is roasty toasty. Why is that? I turn my head slightly to find Draco's furry warm body nestled deep into my neck. Wow, I have a scarf. He's so soft! And no rose smells! Yay! At the movement of my neck, Draco snuggles his head closer to my skin, grunting softly. Ahh, how cute! I smile warmly. I think I like Friday mornings. Straining my arm, I can just make out the time, 5:30 AM… I have another half hour before I need to jump into the shower. It takes me almost an hour to wash, blow dry, and style my hair, than another hour or so to get dressed and do my make up. I like to take things at a steady pace in the morning. Not too fast not too slow, but accurately. I let myself doze off for the next 30 minutes.

Draco's POV

"Shut up and put your money where your mouth is

That's what you get for waking up in Vegas!

Shut up and put-"

What is that infernal noise? I shall smash it to pieces and sprinkle the remains in the lake!

Smack.

Ahhh, much better… Hey hey! What are you doing Brown! I'm still trying to sleep here! Why do you keep moving? Why are you sitting up now? I bury my head into her neck, seeking that comfortable cool warmth. I was sleeping woman! What time is-

I feel like hitting somebody. It's 6:00 AM!!! As in 6:00 in the morning! I don't get up until 7:10 AM! Breakfast is at 8:00 AM so why are we up so bloody early!

"Ahhh, is someone grumpy?" There's no reason to be amused Brown. This is not amusing in the slightest.

"You go back to sleep Sergeant Grumpy Fuzzyboots. I need a shower." She pulls me away from her soft neck and places me on her pillow. I blearily watch her close the door from her head indented pillow. I don't like it. It's too warm. I try sleeping. I bury my head under my paws, roll over to my side, than my other side, and finally attempting on my back with my feet in the air. Not working here… Give me back your neck Brown! I slump into the pillow, listening to water running.

I need to take a leak. Stretching my back and flexing my legs, I stumble off the bed with a plop and walk towards the bathroom. Pushing the door open with my head, I sneak in. The room is all steamy from Lavender's shower. I quickly do my business and leap onto the closed toilet seat to listen to her movements behind the curtain. Then she starts singing;

"We were both young when I first saw you, I close my eyes and the flashback starts, I'm standing there. On a balcony in summer air." Taylor Swift I believe. Pansy listens to her all the time. Lavender's not much of a singer, a little off tune but it's not horrible…

"See the lights. See the party, the ball gowns, I see you make your way through the crowd and say hello, little did I know." Okay so she sucks but she's enjoying herself… ok, I'm out of here, I can't stand it anymore. I sneak out of the bathroom and prance to the window, leaping onto the sill to look out.

15 minutes later, Lavender comes out in a short towel, humming Love Story as she pulls out tops and skirts to spread across the bed. She's changed the school uniform in so many ways. The shirt has been changed to no sleeves, long sleeves, off the shoulder, halter top, etc and the skirts all different lengths and different coloured edgings. Not bad. She smiles brightly at me. "You still grumpy Sergeant Fuzzyboots?"

Yes. I don't like waking up early. I'm taking a catnap against her neck at the first opportunity.

This is one of my longest chapters yet! I had fun with this! :) Review please!