Dissoving Discussions
„You have to explain a lot, Draco Malfoy."
"Yeah and how is that supposed to work?" Draco miaowed angrily. Why now? He would have rather tested his mouse. But no, the Gryffindor had to get the picture of course. His fathers rambling hadn't even been that obvious. Well, that obviously meant he had to cut the losses.
Harry, in the meantime, had gotten up and came back with a sheet of paper, a bottle of ink and a bowl. He poured some ink into the bowl and put it next to Draco. 'If you think I am going to drink that you are wrong', Draco 'said'. And when Harry realised, that his opposite obviously had no idea what he wanted from him, he said "You have claws. Use them for something usefull for a change." as calm as possible. Draco was confused shortly, but he tried to write with his claw dutifully.
„What do you want to know?"
Harry looked down on the sheet of paper. "How did you end up as a cat and who dropped you in front of my door?" Draco decided to keep his answer as short as possible. So he only wrote two words. "Draught…. Houself"
„Why did you run away from home?" Harry asked further, and saw amused how Draco had his difficulties to write something readable on the sheet of paper.
„Father… tried to kill… told him that I don't want to be a death eater… gay."
This time the young man needed longer to understand the meaning of the words. "Let me get that straight. You took a draught which made you a cat and your houseelf brought you to my door. And your father has injured you because you didn't want to be a Death Eater and because you told him you were gay?"
The cat shook his head and pointed at the word "draught", then he wrote "given by" beneath it and pointed again at the word houseelf. Harry nodded. "The draught was given to you by the elf. Where is he?" Again one of the claws was brought into the bowl with ink.
"Save… Hogwarts."
„And why in hells name did you want to come here? Was it not enough for you that you annoy me all the time when we are at school?" Harry asked angrily. Then another thought came to his mind. "You can be proud of the fact that I am in love with you. Something new for you to make fun of me!" With that Harry got up and walked out the door, without looking at Draco, who was desprerately trying to make him stay. Shortly after the door to Harry's bedroom banged shut.
For a while, Draco desprerately stared at the spot where Harry had sat only moments ago. How was he supposed to get things straight again? After a while he decided that the only way was a long explanation. So he sat again in front of the paper and started his hard work.
Almost one and a half hour later, Draco shook his aching paw to loosen the cramps. Then he took the paper, which was now totally covered in catwriting, between his teeth and carried it over to Harry's bedroom door. After a few attempts he finally managed to get the paper under the door. Now he was only left to wait. Draco went back towards the living room, where he tried to get the ink from his claws.
Harry was sitting on his bed brooding. How could he let that happen? Why hadn't he been more careful with what he told the cat? He had known it wasn't a normal cat. But no, the big hero had had to give his feelings away. Harry sighed. He would not have any problems in pursuing Draco to keep his mouth shut about what had happened. The other surely didn't have much interest in letting the whole school know that he had ate cat food, used a cat toilet and liked toy mice. But that didn't change the fact, that Draco knew that he was in love with him. He would have to endure the mockery in his gaze, even though the other would not say a word. He would see the triumph and the contempt.
He was startled from his thoughts when he heard someone on his door. Shortly after, a piece of paper was shoved underneath the door. After that he could only hear the lumbering sound of cat feet moving away. It took a while until Harry could bring himself to get up and read the paper. Once he found the courage he had to sit down. That could not be true?
Harry,
I am well aware that you probably won't believe me, but I want to try anyway.
First, I have to tell you that I didn't know that Tingle, my houseelf, was going to bring me here. She only said that she would bring me to a good person. I actually thought she would bring me to some Hogwarts-teacher, but of course she was right with you as well.
Harry paused. Had that been a compliment?
"But I was glad that she brought me here. Otherwise I would have never known what you feel for me. And, no matter what you think Harry, I would never redicule your feelings. Quite the contraty. I feel the same for you.
I know that sounds grotesque. After all we are constantly at each others throats. And I enjoy fighting with you.
Not because I like hurting you, no. But in those moments I can be so close to you as it is not possible otherwise. When you yell at me, I can directly look into your beautiful green eyes. I like how they are flashing and blazing just for me and nobody else.
I can't tell you how often I had to keep myself in check not to kiss you when we fought. Your skin is so wonderfully smooth, you know that? It would have been interesting for sure to see your face if I kissed or stroked you in the middle of a brawl. Believe me, I was more than once tempted.
Harry I love you. I have for over a year. Please give me a chance to prove it to you.
Draco
PS: Blease don't get me castrated. I am still going to need it…"
Harry laughed as he read the last sentence, even though he was closer to tears. He couldn't remember, when he had last been so happy. With a sniff he wiped his eyes. Then he got up and walked to his living room.
Draco had just managed to get the ink off his claws with lots of effort. Now his tongue was all blue but at least he couldn't see that. He tried to get himself ready for the fact, that he would not be seeing Harry until the next morning. All the more surprised was he, when Harry entered the room and walked directly to where he was sitting.
Harry lifted the small cat up and hugged him tight. Carefully of course.
„Oh Draco…" he sobbed and buried his face, which was wet from his tears, into the cats fur. Draco, who had seen the smile on Harry's face, could only purr happily for a lack of words.
That was a good start. Now he only had to win Harry's friends.
tbc
