A/N: So here is chapter three. I don't know how long it be until I can post the next chapter. darksarcasm, the wunderfull, intelligent, bright, talented... being who is translating this story is at the moment busy with terrifying his students. As soon he sents me the next chapter I will post it.

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Wounds and other Problems

Draco could not remember when he had slept so good. Savouring the feeling he stretched himself and kneaded the warm mass next to him in cat manner. Like a kitten does to its mother. The mass complained and Draco was once again reminded where he was and most of all with whom. He couldn't help but look closer at the young man lying in bed beside him. Harry had really become a strong man. No wonder, with the training he had had. His uncle Severus had always been a demanding teacher.

He meowed happily and jumped on Harry's chest to 'wash' the young man's face. After all that had worked well to wake Harry up the day before.

And he had to wake up. First, Draco was hungry, second he wanted to get rid of that bandage, and third, he finally wanted to see the rest of the house. Oh and how Harry was going to call him was another interest of his.

But his master did not wake up. Quite the contrary in fact. With a uncourageous complaint he turned around onto his other side and sent Draco onto the floor. He hissed angrily and hunched his back rather professionally for a beginner. Wonderful! I want to wake him gently and he throws me off the bed. Well, I have to use stronger methods then. If you don't want to hear, you will have to feel, he thought before he climbed back onto the bed with some difficulties. One last time Draco took a deep breath before he positioned himself on the bottom of the bed. Then he took out his claws and….

"Jauuuuuuuuu!"

Harry sat up with a cry in pain in a second, wand ready in his hand, massaging the maltreated shin with the other hand. But instead of a Death Eater or any other dark magic monster he only found his silver-grey cat. The cat in question cleaned innocent looking his paws and looked at him with a glance that could only mean: Well? Are we finally awake?

With a heavy snort Harry stormed out of his bed and into the bathroom to take care of his wounds. Draco on the other hand made himself comfortable on the mattress, a satisfied grin on his lips.

After an unhurried breakast, which Harry had given him with the murmured words: "Cats are supposed to become quieter after they are castrated" Draco was carried to the couch like the day before. Harry took away his bandage and Draco tried to move his leg a few times. When he realised that this didn't cause any pain, he walked back and forth on the sofa a few times. He had still some errors in coordination when he forgot one or two legs, but he was getting better. Sighing he sat down in front of Harry and purred loudly, indicating that he was happy about Harry's treatment.

Harry on the other hand only looked at him in concentration. After a while Draco became impatient. So he would not land on the operations table of some veterinarian he kept his claws in when he nudged his master with his paw. Harry seemed to come out of his thoughts and ran his fingers through Dracos fur. "I think I know what to name you."

Draco looked at him interested and pricked his ears. "You somehow remind me of somebody from my school. He is just as delicate as you, intelligent, but sometimes a real asshole." Harrys eyes had taken on a faraway look. Draco didn't like it. "He is proud, good at Quidditsch and looks really damn good, …"

That was something Draco really didn't need to hear. 'Tell me his name. I will kill him! You belong to me and all the others have to keep their slimy fingers off you' Dracos angry thoughts were interrupted when Harry went on. "And he has the most beautiful grey-blue eyes on the planet… Yeah, I really believe that name fits you. I will call you Draco."

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Deep in thoughts, Draco wandered the foreign house. He could have cheered if cats were able to do such a thing. Harry was in love with him, that was so damn clear. Now it was up to him. First thing was to keep himself back where his claws were concerned. It wouldn't do him any good if he was going to have Harry for himself but nothing to enjoy it with.

And it meant to win over Harry's friends. It seemed to be very important to his human, what his friends thought, so everything would only become more complicated if they could not stand him. That meant, as long as he was a cat: cuddly cat, and nothing but. He was surprised anyway, that Harry's friends weren't there. Normally they were practically glued to one another. He would have to check on that. But not today.

For now he was interested what he was going to find in the house. The Blacks had been an old family known for dark magic. There had to be one or two artefacts for sure. His fathers house had been full of those things.

And so Draco went from room to room. He was getting bored and was already going to give up and wander back towards Harry's living room when he saw a door that was nearly bursting with dark magic. Bingo! Draco walked nearer slowly and carefully. But the magic seemed to come from the inside of the room. After checking for dangerous spells and charms on the door, he risked to jump onto the handle. With a more or less elegant jump he balanced on the door handle, which was not at all impressed by his weight. And suddenly it happened. Draco was just about to jump to the floor disappointed, when a energy wave hit him and sent him dizzy to the floor.

Harry had just made himself comfortable with a book when he heard a really penetrating beeping. Obviously somebody had tried to get into the storeroom. "Nosy thing!" he grumbled. Hopefully nothing had happened to the small cat, after all the security charms were made against humans. With long steps he ran upstairs.

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That hurt, was Dracos first thought when he came back to himself. He opened his eyes and wished that he had kept them shut, since the glare that met him was everything but friendly. To be honest, it was actually a very terrifying glare. Draco crouched. That was NOT going to be funny…

„I think we have to clear up a few things. Doors that are closed stay closed. Doors with security charms should be walked by in a respectable distance. Do you hear me?" The tone of his voice was icy. Draco only dared to nod. "Good. Don't believe that you can fool me. I am more than aware that you are not a normal cat, but neither are you an animagus. If you want to stay you have to behave." Again Draco only nodded. If he were only not so afraid at the moment. Then maybe that voice would even sound sexy, but that was only a waste of thoughts.

„I think there has to be a punishment. Come with me." Draco didn't move a toe. So Harry took him at the neck and walked towards the hall. Draco meowed pathetic. 'No! I don't want to be castrated. Everything, but not that!' But instead of leaving the house, Harry sat the relieved Draco in front of the mirror. First he looked at Harry and then into the mirror. His eyes went big when he saw that Harry was grinning behind him.

His furr was pink.

Tbc

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