Draco yawned widely and stretched his hands up to shield his face from the non-existent morning sun. After all, they were in the dungeons. All sun was non-existent, morning or not. So why did he shield his face? No one will ever know.

He felt something tiny and warm nestled against him. He looked down and saw the tiny kitten, Prosper, stirring against him. Prosper stretched and yawned, making the tiniest possible sound. Draco bit back a smile, just in case Potter knew very well who he was and saw him smiling. Couldn't give him any blackmail leverage. Man, keeping up a front was hard sometimes…

He sat up, the blankets sliding down around him. He heard a tiny mew of protest and turned back to see tiny Harry/Prosper nearly completely buried in the green blankets. Only his tiny fuzzy head stuck out, his jade eyes gazing accusingly at Draco, who was the cause of the whole mess the tiny tiger found himself in. Which he was, of course.

This time, Draco couldn't hold back the small smile that crept onto his face. He picked up the kitten and stood up, being as quiet as he could, knowing that his roommates would not appreciate being woken rudely by noise. He entered the bathroom, closed the door, and set Harry – Prosper, he supposed, - down. He tugged off his pajamas and let them slide to the floor.

He stepped into a shower stall, drew the curtain, and turned on the water. He shivered as cold water pelted against him for a moment, then turned just the right heat. He pulled some shampoo off the rack and lathered his hair gently, massaging his scalp. He heard a tiny mew, barely audible over the shower, and felt two tiny padded paws pressing onto his feet. He looked down and prayed to every god he had ever heard of that Potter would remember nothing.

He leaned down and picked up the tiny kitten, now straggly and damp. "So…we want a shower too, huh? Fine…but I have a suspicion you won't enjoy it very much…"

Draco took his already sudsy hand and scrubbed the tiny kitten until a ball of soap bubbles stood where it had been. Only its eyes still remained. It blinked and mewed discontentedly.

"I did tell you, you know," he smiled at the kitten, who, in response, seemed to roll its eyes. Draco chuckled and turned off the shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist and enfolded the kitten in a fluffy handtowel. He dried himself off, setting Harry on the counter.

"Now, ready to be…dried…off…?" he asked, frowning as he looked around for the handtowel. It wasn't anywhere on the counter, or on Draco. He began to freak out. It wasn't in the bathroom. He was upset. Suddenly, he heard a knock on the door. Making sure the towel was securely fastened, he opened it.

"Yours?" asked a sleepy-looking Blaise, holding up Harry in the handtowel. God knew how he did it in kitten form, but Potter blushed and looked sheepish.

"How'd you spot him?"

"A moving handtowel? I'd have to be blind."

Draco snorted and took the towel (and with it the kitten. Obviously.). "Thanks, Zabini,"

"Mmm," said Blaise, already going back to bed.

Draco closed and locked the door again.

"What is wrong with you? Of course, there're quite a few answers to that question but…of course you're bloody brave, you're a bloody damn Gryffindor. Well, I have a suggestion: suppress your bravery. What if Crabbe of Goyle were to squash you?"

In response, Harry yawned and lazily toyed with a strand of Malfoy's blond hair. Malfoy snatched the strand away from the kitten's paws.

"Listen to me!"

In response, he squirmed out of Draco's arms, landed on all fours, and went to play in the puddles created by Draco's shower. Draco rolled his eyes, sighed, and gave up. One of the Gryffindor characteristics should be "head as hard as a rock".

Draco sat down at his usual place at the Slytherin table. Harry…Prosper…sat on his shoulder, batting away at his hair.

"OH! Drakie, it's so CUUUTE! I wanna hold it and squeeze it's LIFE OUT!"

Ah. Pansy. Joy.

Prosper looked very, very frightened. He dove underneath Draco's hair to settle next to Draco's neck. It's tiny body warmth soothed Draco, it's heartbeat going fast and furious.

"Pansy, if you squeeze the life out of it, it would be dead, and dead things aren't cute."

"…Oh."

"Yes. Oh."

Draco felt Prosper's muscles slowly, almost experimentally, untense. He suppressed a smile. He was doing that far too much these days. Damn Prosper and his cuteness. Damn him to hell.

Almost as though Prosper could read Draco's mind, he let out a mew that Draco later swore was self-satisfied.

"Stupid cat…" he muttered, reaching for a biscuit. He jumped slightly when Prosper took a bounding leap from his shoulder and landed next to his plate. Draco's eyes grew as big as saucers as he watched the tiny cat devour sixteen strips of bacon at least two inches bigger than Prosper himself.

"O…kay…all I can say is you'd better have a good metabolism," Draco muttered to the cat as he poured some cream into a saucer for the kitten. It, however, decided to move on to bigger and better things than cream. It decidedly clamped its tiny jaws around the orange juice jug – and actually began dragging the thing towards Draco, who raised an eyebrow.

"If you can drink it without falling in, Prosper, it's all yours," he said quietly, inwardly chuckling at the tiny cat's determination.

Prosper, using Draco's arms and shoulder as a ladder, scrambled up until he was precariously perched on the slim edge of the jug. He stared at his rippling, yellow/orange reflection for a moment before delicately lowering his muzzle into the jug. His nose (and consequently his whiskers) twitched slightly as he drank. Draco's mind began to form a very naughty idea.

He raised a hand and tapped Prosper with just enough force to send him tumbling into the jug. The kitten let out a squeak and scrambled to get out. Draco, taking pity, put his hand in. Prosper clung to it as it pulled up and out. He shook himself out and looked reproachfully up at Draco.

"Well, it was an invitation, practically," Draco defended himself. Prosper shot him a look that stated clearly, 'Yeah, right,' before scrambling onto Draco's head again.

This was promising to be an interesting two months.

A/N REVIEW RESPONSES

SAXandCLARINETgrl: OMG, so do I! Weird...

frostyhogwarts: Bet on it.

Skaespears Whore: interesting name. Yes, without a doubt, it is. Except for maybe Siri/Remy pairings. Those are pretty darn cute.

oOo The Skittle Queen oOo: Hi! Here's the promised update! KITTY! I have a cat named Marina...yeah, I'm different! I named my cat for the water:P