A
Harry Potter Story
By
Chyna Rose
Disclaimer:
I don't own Harry Potter. I got the
idea from a picture Black Rose drew.
Eep. I've done it now. I've written a Harry Potter slash fluff
story. I must be going utterly
mad. I've also discovered that I like
cutesy titles that sound utterly stupid.
Percy
sighed as he slung the jacket of his muggle suit over his shoulder and tried to
dig his keys out from his pocket. The
keys to the two-bedroom apartment he shared with Ron, Neville, Draco, and
Harry. At least with five of them
living there, the rent was reasonable.
Of the five of them, Percy was usually the last one home. And that meant that he usually stepped into
pure pandemonium. With another sigh,
Percy unlocked the door and went inside.
"The
least you could have done was warn me!" Ron said, glaring at a shirtless
Draco.
"How
could we have warned you? It's not like
we planned on it happening." Harry replied, adjusting his glasses. "Besides, wouldn't you be just as squicked
if we had told you about it before hand?"
"Yes…
But that's not the point."
"Look,
if you don't like it, you can always find another place to stay. It's not like we're gonna tie you down and
make you watch."
"That's
a torture we're saving for someone we really hate."
"Draco,
that wasn't very nice."
Before
Ron, Harry, and Draco could go any further in their three-way argument, there
was a rather large crash from the direction of the kitchen. This crash was followed by a black blur
racing from the afore mentioned space and Neville wielding a spatula.
"Come
back here you stupid beast!"
The
blur decided to head for the safest place it could think of; the top of Ron's
head. The blur, or rather the kitten it
turned out to be, dug its claws into Ron's scalp as Neville swung the spatula
at it. Harry stopped Neville before the
spatula could connect with either the kitten or Ron. Neville turned and glared at Harry while Draco recovered the
hissing kitten from the wincing Ron.
"That…
that… that thing!"
"What's
Sera done this time."
"She
ate the chicken marinating on the counter.
I just turned my back long enough to find a can of cat food, and there
she was. Eating our dinner. I swear she's the most impatient cat on the
face of the earth."
Percy
sighed as he dropped his jacket on the couch.
Walking up behind Neville, he managed to wrest the offending spatula out
of the younger boy's hands. Neville
sighed and relaxed into the gentle embrace.
Draco took Sera into his room, murmuring to here the whole way while Ron
and Harry headed to the kitchen in order to survey the damage done by the
hungry kitten. Yes life with these four
was certainly hectic and tended to get on his nerves often. But as Neville calmed down in his arms,
Percy knew that he'd never have it any other way.
A Harry Potter Story
By: Chyna Rose