Hello all, I'm here with the next one! I totally loved your response to the last chapter, it got the maximum no. of reviews till now- 14! Which beats 13 for Chapter 1 and 4. :D (Yes, I do count them obsessively)

Anyway, review answers:

Guest: The cat is going to be trouble for Sherlock, don't know about love or hate! ;) :D

Guest: I will try and involve more Sherlock characters, like you asked! :D Personally, I like Molly Hooper too. :D And Moriarty's cuteness... :D

AnimagiPotter: Thank you! I'm totally glad you like it and here is your update! J

Sarah: Thanks. :D That was basically for fluff and fur, there's got to be a cat in it. :D

Kay: Thanks for reading and approving (I know you would have found it anyway ;) ).

Now, here it goes: Enjoy!

Chapter 6:

Hermione had scanned her phone for about five seconds, when she stopped and just stared at the screen, biting her lip in what looked like indecision. After one excruciating minute, she seemed to make her decision and pressed something, and then put the phone next to her ear.

John watched in undisguised curiosity as the woman tapped her fingers unconsciously, waiting for whomever it was on the other line to pick the phone. Somewhere at the back of his mind, he remembered the first day, when Sherlock had announced that Hermione had a cat.

He also took the time to notice that Hermione's phone was no simple one, either, it was a smartphone. Better than the one Sherlock currently had.

Hermione suddenly straightened as she begun talking on the phone. Even though John could only hear Hermione's side of the conversation, it was enough for him to get the gist of it.

"Hey, Drake, you weren't asleep were you?"

"And you're back in London, I suppose?"

"Well, you remember I told you I might be moving out of Grimmauld Place?"

"No, no, all the work is already done. Seriously though, you're all so lazy, Theo helped me with it but he kept whining about it all day."

"Well, you see, I… uh, kind of, um you know there were many things to take care of, right? And I kind of forgot something."

"No, it's not really heavy, you can even transport it on the bike."

"Crookshanks."

"But I'm so tired already! I still have to prepare those reports for Cresswell and Stigh, and Lavender and Theo just went back an hour ago, I can't disturb them again. You're the only option!"

"Yes you are, Draco! Harry's out in the middle of nowhere, Em's in America, Luna's out of town, and I can't very well contact Blaise or Neville as they're busy with their own work, plus Ron and Ginny won't even understand the address."

"I did not mean it like that you know it."

"Do you want Crooks to be stuck in that place all alone for the whole night?"

"Fabulous! I'm at 221B, Baker's Street."

"Yup, I'll be working."

"Thank you! I'll make you pancakes next time!"

"Bye!"

Hermione heaved a huge sigh as she slumped back into the sofa, throwing her file on the table and resting her legs on top of it.

"Crookshanks is my cat. I got him when I was 13. And we both love each other." She provided, looking at John through her mess of hair, which had got charged while she had been talking.

That had been one weird thing John had noticed about Hermione - she was very expressive. All her moods, frustration, happiness, annoyance - they all seemed to showcase on her person very openly. Be it through her hair or her eyes.

John nodded in understanding at her - after all, he had known that she owned a cat.

"Who was that on the phone? I mean, someone is coming here to drop Crookshanks off, right?" John asked, gesturing towards her phone.

"That was a friend. He's been out of town for the last couple of days but he's back now. He's the only one who'll be free at this hour, as I just pointed out to him." Hermione replied, stretching a bit more on the sofa.

At that moment, Sherlock marched into the room, wearing his night clothes, and holding a cup of something which steamed. John wouldn't dare to call it tea.

"Hermione, do you have to work all night?" Sherlock asked, placing himself next to the window, while sipping on his drink.

"Yup. I'll go to my room after Crookshanks is here, though." She replied, picking up her file and flipping through it again.

Sherlock nodded and didn't speak for either a while, during which John picked up his book again.

"There's some coffee in the kitchen." Sherlock said after about ten minutes.

John looked up from his book to stare at the detective. Sherlock had never made coffee, willingly, for anyone except John. That too, when he insisted too much. Should he be taking that as a sign that Sherlock was ready to accept Hermione as a part of their -

Their what, exactly?

John unwillingly looked up at Hermione, putting a brake in his thoughts for his sanity's sake. She had been looking at Sherlock with a deadpan stare, and then at John, after which she shrugged her shoulder slightly.

"Sure."

Hermione got up from her place and brought another steaming mug of, what Sherlock claimed was, coffee, in her hands. She sipped on it slightly, and then, sipped again.

"It's nice." She commented, putting it down on the table and tucking herself back into the sofa, then picked it back up along with the file.

"I added Butterscotch too." Sherlock added after a moment.

"Ah, that's why it tastes better." Hermione hummed satisfactorily.

Butterscotch was something far better and less dangerous than what John had been expecting from Sherlock. As it turns out, it actually was coffee.

Silence settled over, and the only sounds were the occasional flicking of pages by John or Hermione or Sherlock slurping the coffee too loudly or cushioned random sounds from the busy road outside.

It was another half an hour later that Sherlock spoke again.

"Does the stranger who's coming to drop your cat have blond hair?" he said, not looking away from the window.

Hermione looked up in apparent surprise and put away her file again. "Yeah. I reckon he's here." She said, and departed downstairs.

There was the unmistakable sound of the door opening and heavy footsteps accompanied by Hermione's slightly lighter footfalls.

Hermione was carrying something huge, about the size of three footballs, and with yellow fur. John was unable to see the face of Hermione's pet, so he turned his attention to the stranger accompanying Hermione.

The man, as Sherlock had said, had blond hair, but they were the whitest shade of blond John had ever seen. White-blond, they called it, which John had never had the chance to see first-hand until today.

The man was strongly built, with considerable muscle and he had sharp features with deep grey eyes which were currently drawn into slits.

"There." The man, Draco, John's brain supplied, spat, pushing away the tail of the furball in Hermione's hands, as it brushed his dark green jumper.

Despite his general appearance, the man wore a costly, but faded and old, probably a favourite, green jumper, which had a yellow coloured ball on the front and 'Malfoy 7' on the back in a silver colour.

Hermione rolled her eyes at him and deposited the furball on the sofa where she had been sitting earlier, from where it promptly stood up and jumped down, making a weird noise. John wanted to keep his eyes on the beast, but they travelled to the beast's mistress.

Hermione gave the stranger an impromptu hug of Thanks, while the stranger looked uncomfortable, but catching John's eye, rolled his eyes in a manner which could only be called fond.

"Thank you so much Draco! I would have had to make an extra trip back to the place if not for you!" Hermione said, releasing Draco.

Draco, in turn, rolled his eyes again and moved away from Hermione towards John.

"I'm Draco Malfoy, nice to meet you." He said, shaking John's hand.

"John Watson." John smiled back, at least the man was polite.

"Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock said, moving away from the window and shaking Draco's hand, himself.

"Beware of the beast. They're known to cause trouble and make life hell for people, you have my sympathy." Draco said with a smirk aimed at Hermione, who scoffed in return.

John knew the statement was meant for them, but he wasn't sure if the man was referring to Crookshanks or to Hermione. He hoped it was the latter, actually.

"Well, I hope we meet in better circumstances because I have to go now. Goodnight." Draco said and moved out of the door, Hermione following him.

John made to sit back on the couch but stood up immediately as he felt something more than cushions underneath him.

The furry cat made a suspicious hissing noise and seemed to glare at John from his flattened face.

John decided that he would be better to stay away from the thing until Hermione came back.

Just then, Sherlock made a strange noise from next to the window. "That is a Ducati." He said, half-whistling.

John went over to inspect and saw Draco sitting on an expensive-looking white motorbike - it was flashy and seemed to be similar to the ones they had in advertisements.

"It is, again, really expensive, and on the phone, Hermione said that he could transport the thing on the bike, which means he has more than one means of transport and I'm pretty sure it's not a bicycle."

John stared for some more time as Hermione and Draco talked and finally, after about five minutes, he left.

He was itching to ask Sherlock about the blond-haired man, but he knew that they had to wait for Hermione to leave.

As he thought that, Hermione returned to the room and flashed them a small smile, though John was sure that she could figure out that they had been watching her from the window.

She made to grab Crookshanks from the couch but the cat made a hissing sound again, though it sounded much like disapproval and annoyance this time, and jumped off the couch and marched straight into Hermione's room, with his tail held high.

Hermione shook her head with a fond smile and went back to her file on the sofa.

The cat had one hell of an attitude.

Note: This chapter has been edited/Beta-d as of 26/3/14.

Happy! Details about what Sherlock thinks of Draco on the next chapter, along with public response to John's blog! I'm soo excited!

I'm still accepting prompts by the way, so PM me or the website mentioned in the profile (I've cleaned it by the way).

Please review! What do you think about Draco and all, even though his personality hasn't been brought out well enough in this chapter, but I do plan on expanding!

Hope you liked this one!

PS: Nataly SkyPot, can I just thank you for your reviews, they are the best so far. J