Draco Malfoy and his Unknown Fate:
Author's Notes: Here's the next chapter. Enjoy!
Warnings for this chapter: Innuendo involving a broomstick and Draco calls a cat names.
Disclaimer: The characters in this story belong to J.K. Rowling. I'm merely borrowing them for the time being. This will be slash (eventually). Don't like it? Don't read it. Otherwise, enjoy.
They had walked in right as the Head Girl had finished up a lecture and she turned to them, her thin lips pursed in annoyance. "Took you long enough. Here, read over these." Draco sneered at the Chang girl, accepting the packets she shoved at him.
"Nice to know our Head Girl is so polite and gracious." The sarcasm almost dripped from his words and Pansy smirked her silent agreement. The two Slytherins took their seats in the only empty space left across from Granger and Potter who were glaring as if they wished looks could kill. Roger Davies, the Head Boy and Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain, merely shook his head and turned his attention back to where he was chatting with a gaggle of Hufflepuffs, both the sixth and the seventh year prefects.
Draco ignored them and turned his attention to Pansy, conversing with her about the pranks her little sister had attempted to pull on her over the summer. He had been so absorbed in the conversation he was shocked when something big and orange pounced on his lap. "Ack!" It was the ugliest feline Draco had ever had the misfortune to lay eyes on.
"Crookshanks!" Granger shouted, her face red with embarrassment. "Get down from there right now." The cat turned its back on her after glaring and settled itself more comfortably in Draco's lap. He tried to push the thing off, but it wouldn't budge and merely returned when he succeeded in scooting it towards the edge of his lap.
"Granger, get this horrid creature off me! It's getting fur all over my robes."
Potter laughed. "You're such a ponce, Malfoy." Draco shot him a withering look.
"Says the boy who spends entirely too much quality time with his broomstick." Potter's ears turned pink, but Draco didn't have time to savor the victory. "Get this beast off me! Shoo!" The kneazle-cat hybrid turned to give Draco an imperious look and dug its claws into the Slytherin's thighs through his robe in warning. Draco winced. "Fine, you ghastly little beast. Just keep your claws to yourself." The cat like creature looked offended, but merely began to nudge against his hand as if in a demand to be petted. Feeling put out, Draco petted the cat and was not surprised when it began to purr loudly. He sighed, resigned to his fate as what pretty much amounted as a servant to a fleabag.
"Wow. I can't believe Crookshanks likes you."
Draco shot Potter a dark look. "Even if it is the ugliest creature I've ever seen it does seem to have exceptionally good taste." He sniffed and continued petting the cat, Pansy snickering at him all the while.
"Cats always love you. I don't get it, you detest them, but they adore you anyway." Malfoy merely raised an eyebrow.
"It's my natural charm." Everyone in the vicinity turned to give him incredulous looks. "What?" Draco huffed indignantly. They didn't have to look quite so disbelieving. Even when he was being rude he was charismatic and when he was polite, which was admittedly a rare occurrence, he was practically irresistible. "I," He said, with painstaking hauteur, "Am going to take a nap. Please keep the inane chatter to a minimum." The Slytherin closed his eyes and settled back in his seat, unaware that he was absent mindedly stroking the fur of Granger's kneazle.
To be Continued
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