Title: Tails, Paws, and Kitten Claws.
Author: Pink Magic Marker
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Harry Potter and the Philosophers/Sorcerers Stone, Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azakaban, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.
Disclaimer: Joanne Kathleen Rowling owns all Harry Potter characters and other related articles. I, however, own the plot line.
Summary: He's powerful, he's handsome, he's Slytherin , and...he's a cat? An atrocious encounter with a certain Gryffindors' cat gives Draco Malfoys' life a turn for the worse...or best?
Prologue.
Splurch. Draco's stomach gave a sharp lurch, evidently not willing to digest the evenings dinner without a battle.
Grimacing in pain, Draco dropped his fork promptly, reaching down and grabbing hold of his stomach.
The pulse of his aching stomach pounded furiously against the palm of his hands as he felt his face heat up.
He looked beside himself, where, eating as though his last meal, sat his faithful crony Vincent Crabbe, spooning up a mound full of beady green peas.
'Auagh...' Draco groaned, looking quickly away.
His insides taunted him with pain, a hazy black dull rested in vision as he closed his eyes, blocking out the sight of the many scrumptious dishes settled in front of his view.
That wasn't enough.
His stomach turned viciously, a nauseating feeling sweeping over his body with every turn as the savoury sweet smell of roasted chicken, sweet potatoes and peas wafted before his nose.
Standing up quickly, his table napkin dropping abruptly onto the floor, Draco hardly allowed an excuse to slip past his lips in fear of losing what he had consumed only moments before.
A few heads turned as Draco strode rapidly down the isle, stumbling slightly as he stepped on the hem of his robe.
The corridor straight outside the Great Hall seemed darkened and slightly eerie as he made his way down the hall hurriedly, his shadows casting dark monster-like shapes against the rough surface of the frigid stone walls.
His pace slowed down as he turned the corner, his mind a blur. Thoughts of his soft, cushioned, furnished bed drifted through his mind as his stomach gave another piercing jolt.
Only a short while, he said to himself, his face turning a ashen, pasty colour.
His footsteps echoed loudly, giving his eardrums a twinge of sensitivity with every step along with a mix of odd silence in between pauses he took, caressing his stomach with the knuckles of his fist.
Stomach gurgling, Draco ran his tongue swiftly across his smooth, dry lips; sweat soaking the back of his neck and sopping through his silver blond hair.
Suddenly, without realisation of what was ahead, his eyes caught gaze of a ginger coloured blur before he tripped over the matter.
'Oompf!' Draco gasped as he fell straight ahead, onto the cold, hard floor.
Thunder clapped inside Draco's head as tiny red pinpricks danced wildly around him, slowly disappearing with the slump of his eyelids.
A/N: Very short, I know. This is only the prologue.. Do you think I should continue? Please feel free to leave comments and constructive criticism! Thank you!
-Pink Magic Marker.
