This one is, for some reason, one of my very favourites. I don't know precisely why, it just is. I hope you enjoy it as well.
Feline
Harry felt himself nearly purring before he even woke fully.
He felt familiarly elegant fingers carding through his hair and scratching gently at his scalp. He figured that was probably what woke him, but given the sensations it was evoking, he couldn't really bring himself to be angry.
"Mphrrem?" Harry mumbled into his pillow, eyes slitting open.
Draco laughed. "Was that in any way intelligible?" he asked.
Harry turned his head - though he was careful not to do it swiftly enough to dislodge Draco's amazingly skilled fingers - and looked up at Draco curiously.
Draco lifted his hand away from Harry's head when it looked like he was just going back to sleep if Draco kept performing the soothing action.
Harry protested wordlessly, but didn't appear to be waking any more effectively now than he had been before.
Draco considered, and then scratched his short nails down Harry's bare back. Harry grumbled, clawing a little further towards wakefulness at the slight irritation.
Draco leaned down and pressed a kiss to Harry's shoulder blade, and Harry stretched out flat, moaning in pleasure as the kinks in his spine straightened out, popping loudly in several places as he pushed upwards like a cat.
~Fin~