(A/N) Hello:waves: I believe it is my turn to write a chapter. First, I'd like to thank everyone who reviewed! We really appreciate it. :nods: So, I dunno where I'm going with this, but hopefully it will turn out alright!
CatPrincess
(Princesspepper)
(Chapter Two)
Draco's POVWhen I opened my eyes, I could barely remember what had happened that had managed to make me so damn dizzy. The last thing I could bring myself to recall was something about a potion blowing up in my face. 'I bet it was POTTER'S fault,' I thought furiously. I shook my head a few times and blinked, trying to get my surroundings to come back into focus. When they finally did, the confused faces of my classmates swam into view. Why did they look so big?
"What are you all staring at?" I roared, sneering at the faces gawking at me. "There's nothing to see here, clear off!"
However, even after my harsh commands, my classmates still stared at me, their eyes just widening further. I saw the crowd around me begin to jostle as I impatiently stared, and soon enough I saw Potter's messy black head peeking out from the sea of faces.
"M – Malfoy?" He said tentatively. It was almost a question, as if he wasn't exactly sure whether or not it was I.
"Who did you expect, The Easter Bunny?" I snapped.
At these words, he seemed even more surprised. He shook his head a few times, and inserted one finger in his ear, twisting it around, his eyes never once leaving me.
Finally, he answered my earlier query. "No, no… I didn't."
As soon as the words left his mouth, the class's attention was diverted from me to him. Weasley turned to him, and said, "Are you feeling alright, mate?"
"What's going on here!" I exploded, getting fed up with waiting for someone to tell me.
"Um, I don't think he's realized what's happened to him," Potter said.
"Something's happened to me!"
"Hermione, do you have a mirror?" Potter asked. Granger nodded, pulling out a hand-held mirror from her pocket. Potter took it, tentatively walking over to me, and holding it so I could see.
"Holy shit! That's not me!" I shouted.
A tiger. A bloody tiger. A bloody blond baby tiger.
"POTTER! YOU BETTER EXPLAIN WHAT HAPPENED!"
"The potion got splashed on you, and that's why you look like that!" he insisted.
"It's all your fault!" I howled, touching my hand—no, paw to my face.
"It's your own damn fault, Malfoy! I told you to get out of the way, and you didn't!" He yelled back, ignoring the strange looks he was getting from his classmates.
"Um, Harry?" Granger spoke up. "You can hear him?"
"You can't?" Potter answered, bemused.
"No, we can't." Weasley interjected.
"Bloody brilliant," Potter said, rolling his eyes. "Everyone's going to blame it on me…."
"Because it's your fault!" I persisted, staring him down with my now orange eyes. "You put the fucking tiger hairs in the potion!"
"Shut up for a minute, Malfoy," Potter said, turning away from me.
"Bloody Gryffindors…." I muttered, pawing the ground and pacing.
A moment later, Professor Snape appeared in the front of me. Apparently, he was not prepared for what he saw, because he looked quite frightened upon taking in my appearance. "Potter," he hissed. "What did you do?"
"Nothing! Well… okay, I accidentally put tiger hairs in our potion, but… it exploded, and it got all over Malfoy because he didn't step away when I told him to!"
"Sounds like it's your fault to me," Snape said, seething.
"Yeah, what he said!" I said.
"I thought I said shut up, Malfoy!" Potter barked.
"Wait… you can understand him?" Snape said, turning to Potter.
"Ugh, do I have to go over this again!" Potter responded, smacking his forehead and leaving a great red mark right over his scar. It was quite a good look for him. Nice and stupid.
"Potter, did any of the potion splash on you?" Snape asked, glancing at me warily.
"Er…" he said, looking down at himself to see if it had. Sure enough, there were little wet spots all over his robe. Apparently he hadn't exactly perfected his shield charm. "Damn."
Snape snorted. "Serves you right. That's the reason you're the only one who can understand him."
"Well, does he have an antidote!" I interjected, addressing Potter.
Potter glared at me, but asked my question anyway. "No, I don't have an antidote." Snape said, shaking his head. "The potion you created wasn't that of anything in existence, since you messed up the recipe. I need a sample of the potion in order to try to make an antidote. Until then, however…." Snape glared at the two of us. I whimpered and hung my head, not used to having my favorite Professor look at me in such a way. "Mr. Potter, I think an adequate punishment for what you did would be taking care of Mr. Malfoy until I can get an antidote ready. I'll have Dumbledore prepare a room for the two of you."
"WHAT!" Potter and myself shouted simultaneously.
Snape smiled maliciously. 'Heeeeey, that's my job,' I thought bitterly.
"No, you heard me right, Potter. You are now Mr. Malfoy's personal translator; you shall spend all your time together from now until I get an antidote. You must care for him, feed him, tell everyone what he's trying to say, groom him, bathe him…"
"WHAT!" Potter and I shouted once again.
"I'm not finished, Mr. Potter," Snape said cheerily. "You must take care of him as if he were your pet."
"Does that mean I can put him on a leash?" Potter said, smirking. This, of course, made me angry, so I trotted over to him and bit down on his hand. Hard. "OUCH!" he yelped, shaking his hand furiously, as if that would make it stop hurting. "The little wanker needs a muzzle, too, apparently!"
Snape ignored the last comment instead of yelling at me for biting Potter. "No, you may not put him on a leash, Potter. He is your responsibility from now until he's a human again, and I will make sure you will be punished if he is the least bit unhappy with the way you treat him."
I started to get used to the idea as Snape was talking. Basically, I got my own personal servant to pamper me. 'Like a House Elf,' I thought with a large amount of relish. 'Potter the House Elf, wearing nothing but a pillowca—' I cut myself off before I could finish that thought, because I reluctantly realized that it was getting me excited. 'Let's not go there….' I thought.
A few minutes later, Potter was stomping towards the door grumbling to himself, and reluctantly pulling me after him. I had spaced out, so I had no idea what was going on. "Potter!" I hissed. "Where are you taking me?"
"Dumbledore's office. Weren't you listening to Snape?"
"Pfft, no!" I answered, trotting quickly to keep up with his long, quick strides.
"Malfoy! He's your Head Of House! You're supposed to listen to him!"
"Shut up." I said in a dangerous tone. "I've to fangs now. You don't want to piss me off."
"Point taken," he said, quickening his pace as he caught sight of the gargoyle that guarded the entrance to Dumbledore's office.
"Fizzing Whizbees," Potter shouted from a few feet away so that he didn't have to stop and wait for it to move; he could just keep walking. "Hurry up, Malfoy; it's going to close before you get past."
When we arrived in the office, Dumbledore was already at his desk, his fingers laced together and his half-moon glasses perched on the bridge of his prominent nose. "Ah, Mr. Potter, and… is that Mr. Malfoy I see?"
"Yes, sir," Potter said, taking a seat in front of the desk.
Dumbledore smiled, waving his wand. A large pedestal appeared, standing about three feet, on top of which was a purple beanbag chair. "I think you'll find that comfortable, Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore said, still smiling at me. Creepy sort of fellow, he was.
I jumped on top of the pedestal, surprised at how high I could go with my new tiger limbs. Once I was seated, Dumbledore began speaking. "Professor Snape told me all about the little mishap in class today, and I think he made a good decision by having Mr. Potter in charge of Mr. Malfoy's well being. I already have a room in mind for the two of you, so if you'll follow me, I'll show you where you'll be staying."
With that, Dumbledore got up and began to lead us out of his office, back into the hallway. "What was the point of that?" I complained, knowing Dumbledore wouldn't be able to understand me. "We sat down for two seconds, and we're leaving again!"
"Shut up, Malfoy!" Potter shouted, purposely tripping me with a wayward leg swing. Of course, I merely stumbled and didn't fall, because cats always land on their feet. It'll be a sad, sad day when a feline is made a klutz. Especially this feline.
Anyway, we soon found ourselves in front of a huge brick wall. Dumbledore tapped a pattern on the bricks (sort of like the entrance to Diagon Alley) and said a password. The wall opened up, and revealed a quite comfortable-looking room. It had a bed, a couch, a desk… it even had a quiet nice private bathroom.
"Alright, well, I think I'll leave you two here to get settled. If there's a problem, you know where to find me…." Dumbledore said, turning towards the exit.
"Professor, wait!" Potter called after him.
"Yes, Harry?" Dumbledore answered, smiling. Ugh. He's creepy when he does that.
"Won't we be needing a litter box for… that?" He said, pointing to me.
Dumbledore chuckled. "No, I think Draco will be fine."
As soon as Dumbledore closed the door, I pounced on Potter. And not in a good way, either.
(End Of Chapter Two)
(A/N): Ehe, I hope you liked it, sorry it was so short. Review please! We live off reviews! Until next time,
CatPrincess
(Princesspepper)
