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Stepping into the living room of the small apartment she couldn't help the small smile that crept onto her face. He always claimed to hate the 'evil white ball of fur' but she had always suspected differently.
There on the couch was Quidditch extraordinaire (don't tell him she said that) James Sirius Potter fast asleep with Snowball curled up on his chest. Snowball was technically her cat but they were both staying with James while her apartment building was fumigated (she could have gotten rid of the problem with a quick flick of her wand but she was unfortunately staying in a muggle building).
She moved forward and kneelt down beside the sofa close to James' head and began to rub his arm softly. She knew he would be tired, he had had a full day training before the Quidditch Season started but she also knew that if he continued to sleep, he wouldn't get any sleep that night.
Slowly he began to wake up and looked up at her bleary eyed, "Hey…"
She smiled, "What was it that you said about not liking Snowball?"