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Friends

Harry had held him in his arm for a long time. Once he finally let him go, a cheeky grin had entered his features. "Well, pity for you little one, but I don't kiss cats." Draco paused for a moment, until he realised that Harry would be kissing him right now, were he a human being. He snorted. Damn. Harry, who had obviously caught the meaning of Draco's face, started laughing. Shortly after that, Draco was once again placed on the couch. They had spent the evening in front of the TV, which had been something totally new for Draco. Late that night they went to bed and they slept rather long the next morning.

"I think its time for lunch. Do you want your usual cat food, or do you want a bit of lasanga?" the master of the house asked bold. At first, Draco looked nastily at him, but then walked towards his foodbowl and with ostentation shoved it towards the waste bin. After that he jumped on the counter where Harry was just preparing the ingredients for his lasagna. "That was a clear statement. But you are going to have to use the cat loo for a bit longer. I will send an owl to Professor Snape later. Maybe he can get Tingle to give him the recipe for the potion so he can work on an antidote." Harry explained.

Draco was not really confident. Tingle would never give away the recipe. She had said that she would provide him with the antidote. And only after he had arrived at Hogwarts. Tingle was a houself and houselfs were supposed to be stubborn. So the only thing he could do was enjoy the toy mouse and the scratching post. For almost nine weeks… But for that they would have to be unpacked and resized back to normal. He really had to remind Harry of that.

Eating became a funny experience for Harry and an embarrasing one for Draco. Cats were just not made to eat lasagne! Once he had toppled backwards off the chair he and his foodbowl were sitting on, while trying to cut off a straw of cheese. Harry would have almost followed him since he was laughing so hard, but he was just able to hold onto the edge of the table.

After that Harry had mercy and cut of pieces for Drao to simply stuff his mouth with. That was more edible, Draco thought.

After dinner Harry was gently reminded to unpack the things he had bought for Draco. The latter had decomposed the bag into a few dozen frazzles and then put the miniature scratching post in front of Harry's feet. Then he took the mouse, which had stayed in normal size, and ran after it through the room. Harry placed the post, so that he would have a good view on it from his place on the sofa. It would probably be interesting to watch Draco on his first attempts to climb the thing. For a while he watched his cat interested, but then he had to get up as his phone, which he had gotten installed, rang.

„Potter?" he bellowed into the handpiece. He was still not used to getting phone calls. After all he had never done so in school, and his relatives would have never let him near the thing. "Harry? It's me, Hermione. I just read the newspaper. Have you heard? It was a huge article in the Daily Prophet yesterday about what has happened to you in Diagon Alley. What do you think happened to Malfoy junior? His father practically bragged on and on about how he abused him, Draco is supposed to have run away from home. I hope nothing happened to him. Yes I know he is always picking at us at school, but I don't wish that upon anybody. What do you think Harry? Harry? Hello? You still there?"

Harry had to shake his head for a second to be able to comprehend everything Hermione had just thrown at him. He thought it was better to keep the happenings of the last week to himself until he got to talk to them in person. After all it was going to be rather funny. "Hermione, what do you think about you and Ron coming over? But please leave Crookshanks at home. It would only cause trouble. Then we can talk without ruffle and I can introduce you to someone." He didn't wait for Hermione to accept, he simply disconnected the phone. It was probably better that way. Otherwise Hermione would only ask him lots of questions whom he didn't want to answer on the phone.

To kill the time until their arrival, he decided to start making tee and write a short letter to Professor Snape. As polite as possible and without sounding too sweet he asked the professor to ask the houself called Tingle for the antidote or the recipe. She surely knew what Harry meant with that. The young Gryffindor was very much aware that the former spy would have some questions of his own after he had read the letter, but he didn't care. For now he only wanted to have Draco back in his human form.

With that thought and a small smile on his lips, Harry whistled for Hedwig who now spent the most of her time outside. He attached the letter to her leg: "Bring this to professor Snape sweety." Shortly after, the snowy owl was gone. Harry closed the window and went back to the kitchen where the water for his tea was already boiling. In his thoughts he was already trying to find a way to explain the thing with Draco to Ron and Hermione.

He had just brought the teapot and the bowl with Draco's milk brought to the living room, as his doorbell rang. Draco who had been way too busy to notice Harry's phonecall jerked for a second. Then he trotted curiously behind Harry down the hall to see who was on the door.

Once Hermione and the weasel, no Ron he corrected himself, came in he had to take care that none was stepping onto him. With a jump he brought himself to safety. The young woman had fallen around her best friends neck while the red-headed lover only grinned at his best friend. After the greeting was over Draco dared to come out from under the commode under which he had sought safety just a second before. Now it was on him to be as sweet as possible, he thought.

Acting the canoodling cat he first wandered around Hermiones then around Rons feet, purring all the time. Harry could hardly conceal his laughter. "You are working with all weapons aren't you?" he said grinning to the small cat, once Draco had once again jumped on his shoulder. Then he turned back to his two best friends. "Come, I made some tea for us." With that he lead the small Group back towards the living room. While he made himself comfortable on the only armchair, Hermione and Ron sat down on the couch. Draco nestled himself against his cheek which brought him a whispered "Sweettalker", then he jumped off Harry's shoulder and next to Hermione on the sofa. There he put on all his charme, purring and meowing he rubbed his head in her stroking hands and finally started to play with the strands of her pullover.

"My god Harry! Where did you get that sweet cat? It's sooo cute. Now I know why you wanted that we leave Crookshanks at home. He would have gone after her for sure." Hermione said totally smitten. Draco was a bit piqued to be called a girl, stopped playing with the pullover and focused on Ron instead. Harry watched the scene amusedly before he told Hermione that it was a male cat. As far as Ron was concerned, Draco was about to experience something rather unpleasant.

"I have to disappoint you Hermione. That is a male cat. So you really have to forget about the little kittens." He smiled. "I have found him in front of my door a few days ago and ever since then he lives with me." Harry saw how Draco tried to schmoose with Ron now, from the cornder of his eyes. In a moment…

"Are you sure Harry? She is so delicate…" Ron said and then it happened unexpectedly. With an adept grip into Draco's neck, Ron turned him over on his back and moved the fur between Dracos hindlegs apart until he found what he was looking for. "You are right. He is really a male. And wow… ouch!"

Surprised he drew back his hand to have a look at the small wounds where Draco had bitten him. The later had stayed where he was, shocked as he realised what the weasel had been doing. But that soon led to horror. After he had bitten Ron which had brought him freedom, he went chasing for safety, his tail between his legs and silently hissing. Harry on the other hand almost fell from his chair, he was laughing so hard.

Hermione and Ron only gave him blank looks. He needed a while before he had calmed down enough to presume talking.

„Ron, Hermione: May I introduce you to Draco Malfoy? Until we get the antidote he will stay my cat." It took a few moments until the words had sunk in. Then Ron jumped up and left the room with a "I need to wash my hands", while Hermione started laughing real hard.

Draco only left his hiding place for dinner, but still avoided Ron. Ron and Hermione had demanded an explanation when Ron had come back from the bathroom. Harry had told him what he knew and explained what he could. The only thing he did not mention was that he was in love with Draco.

After a while the mood had lighted again and Ron had even apologized to Draco. The evening was saved. Once Ron and Hermione prepared to go home, Harry lifted Draco onto his arm. "You did well today, sweety." He whispered to the small cat. Draco purred and licked the tip of Harry's nose. Then he jumped onto his scratching post and made himself comfortable in the hammock.

Harry watched him smiling. He was looking forward to Hogwarts.