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Week later Draco did indeed go to get himself a pet. He had figured out that the best place to go would be the animal shelter, where they had all the abandoned cats and dogs.

The man at the shelter stared Draco like an idiot after he stated that he wanted to adopt a pet, but didn't know whether he wanted a dog or a cat. How was he supposed to know when he had never had either? Maybe he wasn't the typical person coming in and wanting to adopt a poor, badly treated animal. But once Draco had set his mind into getting a pet he was surely going to get one, that was his life rule. It applied to everything, at least almost everything. For some reason Potter had always been able to bend the rules pretty much any way he wanted.

Doubting the sanity of Draco the man took him around the animal shelter and for a moment Draco thought that he wasn't either a cat or a dog person. He was walking behind the guy and pouting. There was something wrong with every single dog. Half of them were wrong color or looked Draco wrong. It probably didn't help that the animal shelter guy, who had introduced himself as Miles, was giving Draco concerned looks every other minute.

After seeing all the dogs in the shelter Draco had decided he wasn't a dog person. Dogs were too eager to please, too happy and just too loving. He didn't want a dog, he wanted to be miserable. Cat would be perfect, it wouldn't love Draco too much. At least Draco hoped so. He told this to Miles, who gave him even weirder look but didn't say anything. Big mistake thought Draco later. He shouldn't tell this kind of things to complete strangers. Something was seriously wrong with him. Couple of days back and he would have never told anyone things like this. Hell, he would have never even thought about getting a pet.

He wasn't prepared to how many cats there actually were. Draco hadn't even known what he was looking for. Did he wanted a brown cat, or a red one. Then there was also age, he didn't want a kitten, or did he. Was he really supposed to decide if he wanted a lazy or a playful cat. Draco felt overwhelmed. Until something sank its claws on Draco's leg. He yelped and tried to shake the damn cat away. The animal shelter guy tried to grab the cat, but backed off quickly as the cat hissed to him and showed its teeth.

"Well, I guess I'll be taking this one" Draco said smirking to Miles who, by that point had decided that Draco was totally nuts. He just nodded and told Draco to follow him. Half limping, as the cat was still attached to his leg Draco followed the guy. When they got out of the cat house and to the office the cat finally let go of Draco's leg and instead ended up pushing its head against Draco. He picked up the purring cat and took a better look at it. Soft groan left his lips as he saw what he had gotten himself into. It had been a bad, bad idea to get a cat.

The cat had only one bright green eye, instead of the other there was long scar running across its face. There was very intense look in the eye and it made Draco feel bit weird. His, Draco figured out it was a male cat, fur was short, soft and black. The cat didn't remind Draco of anyone, nope, not a soul. After signing the papers Draco walked out of the animal shelter with a cat he had decided to name Scarhead. It was a good name. The cat literally had a scar in his head. And Draco most definitely did not name his cat after The-Guy-Who-Had-Lived-To-Screw-Up-With-Draco. There was no such guy. Draco didn't even know his name. He had decided that denial was the best way to go.

Two weeks after the incident with Potter Draco was sick of having a cat.

He hadn't realized how much work a cat could be. Especially this cat. It demanded Draco's attention all the time. When he sat down to watch television or read a book, the cat would climb on his lap or on top of his book. And if he tried to ignore the damn cat hell would break free.

The cat had also decided that best place to sleep was on Draco's pillow, so half of the time his bed was full of black cat hair. This had lead to Draco changing his sheets at least twice during the week he had had the cat. However the sheets that smelled like Potter were still in his laundry basket.

Week later Draco was loving the cat. It was surprisingly nice to have someone to come home to. Even if it was only a cat. Sure all Draco's furniture was totally ruined by the cat and there were cat hair everywhere, but he had learned to live with it.

Every morning when Draco was getting ready for work the cat would lay down in the middle of the floor where he was able to see pretty much the whole apartment. It would only move its head and follow Draco moving around. After Draco left for work Scarhead would go and sleep on Draco's pillow.

It didn't bother Draco that Scarhead climbed to his lap or craved for attention. Draco would just pet it absentmindedly and they would both be happy. On the mornings when Draco woke up his head was full of short black hair and the cat was sleeping right next to his face. Maybe he was using the cat as a substitute for something, or someone, but people didn't need to know.

By the fourth week Draco had started talking to the cat.

"Do you think we should order pizza? I think we should, do you like pizza?"

"You know, I should go to bed. I have to get up early tomorrow and this movie sucks"

"It's funny, you seem to understand me better than anyone, or then you just can't tell me how stupid I am"

"Have you ever wondered what's the point of this TV-commercial? Who makes a commercial with singing ferrets, I don't like ferrets. "

"I think I will keep you forever"

"I really hate him, I mean did I ever tell you what kind of brat he was in school? Is it really fair that he just left me a note? Like that? I mean I am usually the one to be the mean one. Damn it!"

"It is singing ferrets again"

"Oh, you are so sweet, do you want a piece of my pizza? Probably not, it's super unhealthy"

"You never let me down, do you"

"Good night, Sweetie"

He had whole conversations with the cat. And he had started to call the cat Sweetie. It was all something a Malfoy would never do. Draco wasn't proud of it, but frankly he didn't really care.

The cat was definitely a substitute for someone but Draco was still pretty deep in denial.