Miranda Took, Chaola, GREMLIN, animegurl088: Thank you so much for your reviews. As reward you promptly get chapter 2.
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Doctorgames and Toilet training
Draco didn't know what he was supposed to think. He lay on the lap of none other than Harry Potter, his oldest antagonist, the archenemy of his father, the… the boy with the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. If cats could turn scarlet, right now he'd look like a "Lumos" charm.
How could Tingle do that to him? Of course she was right: HERE, his father would not come looking for him. But Merlins beard! Why in hells name did she have to drop him off at the one persons place he had been secretly in love with for so long?
With a typical cat sigh, he dropped his head onto his front paws. This was going to be hell.
A gentle voice rose him from his thoghts. "Hey you, don't looks so sad. What do you say. We exchange your bandages and then you get something to eat? I bought stuff just for you. If you are up to it later, you can explore the house. Grimmauld Place number 12 is really roomy, I guess you won't be bored." Draco looked into the eyes of his saviour and meowed approvingly. Harry smiled and lifted him carefully.
Moments later he found himself craddled against a smooth cottonclad chest. Draco just managed to suppres a happy purr.
As far as Draco knew, Harry had simply moved out of his relatives house, and into the house of his departet godfather, after his victory over the dark lord and a rather long argument with Dumbledore. Alone. Which meant, that Draco was going to have him all to himself. He was sure that there were some chances for him in that. Of course he was not able to flirt openly with Harry, but he could be sooo cuddly and adorable if he only wanted to.
And so he held still as his "Master" put him on the couch and cafefully took away the bandages from his hind legs, his belly and his head. He hadn't even realised that he was bandaged almost from head to toe. But when Harry touched his broken arm, excuse me, leg he winced startled. The memories of the pain was only all too familiar. "Don't worry. I will be careful. Your leg should be almost healed by now. I have put a splint and a salve on it when I found you yesterday in front of my house door. You will be able to walk totally normal no later than tomorrow." Yeah, as normal as any cat would walk if it had only had two legs so far, Draco thought. Well, at least he could blame possible problems on his injuries.
Still a bit anxious he watched as Harry took away the bandage and rid him of the sllint. It looked rather professional. "Look, doesn't look so bad now, does it? Its almost as good as new. I will put some of Madam Pomfreys salve onto the other injuries. She is the mediwitch at my school, you know. You won't need a bandage here anymore. And tomorrow everything will be healed over. Then you only have to gain some weight. But that is the smallest concern." With that Harry covered the injured leg and then put the stuff away. When he came back he lifted Draco again and cradled him on his arm. And this time he could not repress a purr. 'Hmm, you smell good.' meowed Draco dreamily and cuddled satisfied into the pullover.
„You are really cuddly, huh? Do you know what I just remembered? We still need a name for you. But first there's food. Can't have you hungry, right? And in the meantime I will think about your name." With that idea Draco was more than comfortable. He was really hungry. Just as big as his hunger was his horror when he was provided with a bowl of millk and another bowl of cat food. 'You are not serious, are you?' He meowed more than terrified. But Harry who of course didn't understand him only smiled and started cooking something for himself.
Sceptically Draco moved towards the two bowls again and decided to drink a bit milk first. At least he knew milk. It turned out to be a bit difficult, since cats usually drank with their tongue. After a few errors in trying to drink milk like a human, he finally realised that. At the beginning it proved to be a bit difficult, but after a few bites into his tongue he managed rather well.
But he wasn't sated from the milk.
Suspiciously Draco eyed the cat food. It wouldn't kill him… right? Carefully he took some of it into his mouth and chewed on it.
Not enough spice. But other than that… edible. And with new gusto he launched into his lunch.
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Barely two hours later, Draco was awoken from his slumber. After lunch Harry and him had made themselves comfortable on the couch, where he had fallen asleep, purring from the strokes of Harry's fingers.
And now to the real reason he had woke up. Not because he had slept enough.
No, worse. Far worse.
He had to go to the loo.
How in Merlins name was he supposed to do that? In the end he was going to fall into the toilet!
He could already see the engraving on his headstone: Draco Lucius Malfoy, drowned in a toilet. What an end… Draco's furr stood on end. And since he could not think of anything better, he turned to the sleeping form of Harry to wake him up. Insistent meowing didn't help, so he decided to use stronger methods. He knew fully well how ticklish Harry was, so he licked over his face. With success. It didn't take long and Master couldn't keep down his chuckle and opened his eyes.
Draco could have jumped into the air, he was so happy. But how was he supposed to tell Harry what he needed? Since he didn't know any better, he simply started to meow loud and miseralbly. "Hey sweety, whats wrong? Do you hurt somewhere?" Draco looked him in the eyes and shook his little head. "No? Hm…" Harry it seemed, was deep in thought, never taking his eyes off the silver-grey cat. The cat on the other hand skidded back and forth. "Wait… you need to peepee?" Relieved Draco nodded. He even let the idea drop to tell Harry that a Malfoy did not peepee…
With a smile the host picket Draco up and carried him to the bathroom. But instead of setting him onto the toilet, as Draco had expected, he put him on the floor, right next to a 'litter pan?' he meowed shocked. 'You can't do that! That thing does not even have a flushing!' But just like with the cat food, he met deaf ears again. So he hobbled over into the plastic box. 'I just hope I can pee in here…'
Five minutes later, a horribly embarrassed Draco was carried out of the bathroom. He promised himself that as soon as he was human again, he would cast a oblivate on himself. He didn't think that he could ever again use a toilet without blushing bright red any other way.
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