Title: Perfect Pet (Formerly Meow Present)

Author: Lady Sakura of the Fated

Chapter: 6

Pairings: Harry/Draco, a tiny bit Blaise/Ron/Hermione (nothing sexual)

Warning: Major fluff, slight cursing, yaoi (gugxguy)

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or its characters, just the story idea. (I forgot to put this in the other chapters. Please don't sue me!)

Authors Notes: Sorry this took so long but I've been extremely busy lately. Hopefully the slightly longer chapter will make you guys forgive me?


It was midday when Harry Potter woke up, the bright sun peeping through the forest green drapes directly onto his young face. As he blinked the sleep from his eyes and willed his sleepy mind to wake up, his thoughts turned to the day before.

He was happy that he got to see his friends so soon after leaving Hogwarts and that they were okay and their owner seemed nice. He was friends with Master so he had to be a good guy, right? Harry hoped so. Mentioning his Master, Harry got a warm feeling in his stomach, one that caused a smile to grow on his face and made his tail twitch happily. Stroking said appendage, the young Humanoid closed his eyes and sunbathed, happy and content.

Sighing, Harry, now nice and warm, crawled out of the huge bed and into the hall, crossing to his rooms. Opening the door he glanced around in appreciation, the soft blue tones making him feel even warmer. Shaking his head, he headed over to his trunk next to what he guessed was a bathroom door. Grabbing his clothes he dressed and headed down to breakfast, not even noticing that his Master had never came back to bed.

X.X.X

As he neared the dining room, light chatter entered Harry's sensitive ears, and hearing his name he stopped and strained the appendages so he could hear.

"Did you find out where he lived Father?" Harry frowned as he heard the fatigue in his Masters voice and worry washed over him. Leaving it for later he tuned back into the conversation.

"Yes. It's in a little Muggle town, Little Surrey I believe. He has a wife and a child who is around Harry's age. The only magic I could find in the area is the house itself and another house down the street. Just a squib though." Harry let out a little gasp as he heard the town name, recognizing it instantly. They were talking about Uncle Vernon's house! He was right outside the door now, breath held in anticipation.

"Good. He deserves to pay. Abusing a little kid like that! The thought disgust me! It's even worse when said kid is Harry. I don't know how anyone could do that to him." Draco's voice was calm but his slave knew there was anger and fury underneath. Even though he was worried for his last remaining family, stupid though the worry was, happiness surged through him as his Master defended him. Only Hermione and Ron had ever done that. Deciding he heard enough, he walked down the hall a little bit, and went back, entering the dining room with a smile.

"Master, Mr. Malfoy, good morning." He gave a polite bow before taking his seat next to Draco.

"More like good afternoon. Did you sleep okay?" Draco's voice only held concern, not any of the previous anger Harry knew still burned deep inside him. Munching on the fish pancakes he was given, Harry nodded his head before remembering the fatigue he heard in his Master's voice earlier. He set his fork down before turning a glare on the young blonde. He noticed a small smirk grow on Lucius's face as he stared at them.

"I did Master, and you? How was your sleep?" He laughed to himself as he noticed worry slip through Draco's calm mask before being hidden again.

"It was wonderful Harry. I feel refreshed and awake. Sorry I didn't come to bed though, you were asleep and I didn't want to wake you by getting in so I slept in your room. That reminds me, I have to get the house elves to make your bed."

"That's funny Master because when I went in there it was already made." Harry let a smile slip through as he watched his Master dig himself into a deeper hole.

"I guess they already made it. I'll have to reward them for their quick service."

"You didn't sleep at all did you Master?"

"..Urg… I sle-"

"Don't even try."

"But…," Draco let out a small sigh in defeat at Harry's demanding look. "No. I didn't sleep." Draco hung his head as his Father let out a small chuckle who was very much enjoying the sight of his son being scolded and outwitted by his pet.

"I thought so. After you finish your breakfast lunch, whatever it is, you're going right up to bed and you're going to take a nice long nap." Flinching at the angry look he received from his Master, he leaned for and put his hands on the pale face.

"Please Master. I don't like the thought that you lose sleep because of me. Just a small nap? Then you can punish me all you want." Sending a pleading look at Lucius hoping he would help.

"Do as he says Draco. You need sleep. I will wake you up when Severus comes so you don't have to worry about missing him."

"Yes Father. Come on Harry." Quickly finishing his pancakes, he hurried after his Master, hoping he hadn't made him mad.

X.X.X

Entering the bedroom Harry stopped at the door and watched as Draco entered the bathroom. Worry and panic smothered all possible thought and he stiffened as his Master came back out, clad only in a pair of silk pajama bottoms. Forcing himself to relax, he followed Draco onto the bed and scooted as far to the edge as he could.

Glancing every now and then at the blonde-haired boy, Harry waited in agony as his Master stared at him.

"Relax Harry. Even though I should punish you for ordering me around I won't." He blinked questionably at Draco, mind swirling with different emotions.

"You were only doing it out of concern for me and I appreciate that, so I won't punish you. I will go to sleep but first we need to take care of something. Undress Harry." Draco commanded in a soft voice.

And Harry promptly fell of the bed. Scrambling off the floor, tail fur bushed out and ears pushed back to his head, he stared dumbly at Draco.

"What!?" The sudden order surprised him and he tried to calm down. So many emotions in such a little time were going to give him gray hairs. And that was bad, he was only seventeen for Merlin's sake! His green eyes widened as his Master repeated the order.

"Undress. You smell, so before I sleep you are getting a shower, or a bath, take your pick."

A sharp shiver sped its way down Harry's spine at the last couple of words. His Master spoke the bad words.

"Can't you just perform a cleaning spell or something?" He winced at the slight panic that showed in his voice. Ohh, he did not like that smirk on his Master's face.

"Now why would I do that? Undress or I will do it for you." Gulping sharply Harry slowly took off the warm robe, trousers and shirt following shortly. Before long he was standing in his red boxers, tail swishing nervously, eyes shining in fear as he stared at the bathroom door.

"You're still not undressed Harry. If you're scared that I'll take advantage of you, then don't worry. I won't do anything sexual until you're ready." Shaking his head, the black-haired boy slowly pulled down the boxers and threw them on his other clothes, which were in a pile next to the bed. A blush crept up his neck as he saw the obvious lust in the mercury eyes of his Master as he stared at him.

"Nice. Now to the bathroom. Shower or bath?" He managed to squeak out "shower" before he was pushed into the bathroom. He flattened himself against the cold wall as Draco wandlessly locked the door and started the shower, making sure it was a nice warm temperature. Harry shook his head as Draco nodded his and started undressing. Another blush appeared as his Master's body was slowly revealed.

"I don't need one but this way I can not only make sure you get in but I can save the trouble of getting one later. Merlin Harry, one would think I'm about to shove you to your death. Are you scared of being naked in the shower with me?"

'Water is my death.' He thought to himself, gaze fixed onto the slightly steaming water. He shook his head again as he realized Draco was waiting for an answer, and pushed himself off the wall and towards the stall, albeit reluctantly. Very reluctantly.

Taking deep breaths, he willed his hands and legs to stop shaking and his heart to slow down. He couldn't let Master know he was terrified of water. He didn't want to seem like a scaredy cat.

Snorting to himself at the stupid reference he braced himself and stepped into the large stall. Staying near the edge he walked around the spray, giving Draco enough room to step through. To distract himself from the evil liquid he took an appreciative glance at his owner's body. It was pale and slender, the bright lighting in the bathroom giving it an ethereal glow. The water sliding down it did not help his sudden arousal.

"What are you doing over there Harry? Come under the spray so I can wash your hair." Not waiting for Harry to walk over, Draco grabbed his arm and pulled the unwilling boy under the water. Bad idea.

Letting out a yowl at the sudden downpour of water, he swiped his sharp nails down the pail arm holding his and rushed out of the bathroom, into the sitting room and out into the hall. Pure terror and panic washed out any embarrassment at his nakedness while running through the hall.

Finally stopping in a small dark sitting room he hid behind a slightly dusty couch and started licking himself. The calming movements erased the panic and terror that the water gave him. Only to be replaced with embarrassment, because he just ran through Malfoy Manor naked, sleepiness, because he just ran through Malfoy Manor(it was huge!), and another type of terror. He had just hurt his Master.

He let out a small sob and curled into himself, finally crying himself to sleep.