"Are you okay?"

"Mmmm."

"What's wrong?"

"'M just tired. We were just out for a really long time trying to find the poachers."

"No luck?"

"No."

"I'm sure you'll find them eventually."

"Yeah, I know. I just want to find them now."

"Trust me, I know. But they can't stay hidden forever, especially not if they want to introduce more dragons into the fights."

"...Draco?"

"Hmm?"

"Why are you petting me?"

"What? Oh! Sorry. It's just, I have a cat, and I'm used to petting her whenever she gets upset. Old habits die hard, I guess."

"I never said you had to stop. It felt nice."

Draco cautiously threads his hand through Harry's hair, and the Auror sighs happily.

"So, you have a cat?"

"I just said that, didn't I?"

"What's her name?"

"Her name is Flummox."

"You named your cat Flummox?"

"Well, yes. Problem, Potter?"

"Why?"

"Because when I first got him, Pansy was flummoxed. She didn't think I was a cat person, you see."

"That's preposterous. You are the most cat-like person I have ever met. Ow! I have a sensitive skull, stop pulling my hair."

"I'm not a cat, Potter! If anyone is a cat, it's you. I'm not the one draped over your legs, having my hair petted."

"Well, maybe I'm only letting you pet me because I think you miss your cat."

"I don't need your charity. Besides, Flummox behaves much better than you."

"Oh, well sorry for my second-rate cat-ness."

"Mmm, you're forgiven."

"How gracious."

"I thought so."

"You're a real piece of work, you know that?"

"I have been reliably informed that I am, indeed, a 'real piece of work', though not in such terms."

"There's a story behind this, isn't there?"

"Not really. Pansy calls me her retarded princess sometimes, especially when I'm being stupid and/or spoiled, as she once told me."

"So, all the time, then? OW! Again with the hair pulling?"

"You do realize the amount of power I have in my hands right now? I could pull out all of your hair. All of it."

"You wouldn't."

"Wouldn't I?"

"No."

"And what makes you so sure of that?"

"You love my hair."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, really."

"How did you arrive to that conclusion?"

"You haven't stopped petting it. Admit it, you loooove my hair."

"..."

"OW! Jesus, stop!"