Word Count: 925
Warnings: Brief nudity, the usual level of fluff
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This drabble was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's notes: (1) Beta-ed by dysonrules - MY HERO!
(2) X-posted to harrydraco, hp_creatures and hp_animagus
(3) There will be a brief (humorous, G rated) Epilogue featuring Hermione/Ron (and puppy!Harry/cat!Draco)
(4) Huge Thank You's to everyone who read and commented on my silly little arc!! *HUGS*
Summary: Harry and Draco finally come to an agreement that suits them both.
Start at the beginning - Meow
Sequel to Draco's Best Friend
Harry was dreaming. He had to be. There was no other way to explain how Draco Malfoy had somehow ended up in bed with him, gloriously naked, doing wicked things to Harry's neck with his tongue. Still, it was a brilliant dream. Harry took the opportunity to slide his fingers down dream-Malfoy's smooth back. With his other hand he touched the white-blond hair that was every bit as soft as he remembered. Harry carded his fingers through Malfoy's hair and encountered... a fuzzy cat ear. At the same time he reached the base of Draco's spine only to realize with a start that the Slytherin was sporting a tail.
"Malfoy, your cat features are back. What happened?" he asked in alarm.
The blond drew back slowly and regarded Harry with wide, grey eyes. He opened his mouth and... yowled.
Harry jerked awake with a start. The yowling continued. Thinking that Crookshanks had snuck in to torment Ron again, Harry lobbed a pillow in the general direction of Ron's bed. The horrible noise continued. Harry cast Finite Incantatem at his alarm clock. If anything, the yowling seemed louder. Finally Harry was able to shake off enough of his sleep induced stupor to realize the noise was coming from just outside his room. Flinging the covers off, Harry stomped over to the door. He did not care that he was wearing just his pants. His only thought was to end the wretched noise through any means possible.
He threw open the door and stepped forward, intent on shouting down Gryffindor tower until the yowling stopped. Instead a cream-colored blur shot past him and into his room. Harry turned just in time to see a very familiar Siamese cat disappear only to be replaced with an equally familiar Slytherin.
"Potter, you're awake," Malfoy breathed, sounding quite relieved.
Still cross over his rude awakening from such a spectacular dream, Harry folded his arms and glared. "Yes I am, thanks very much. That's quite a wakeup call you have there."
"I couldn't think of any other way to get in the room. Where's Longbottom, anyway?"
"Neville?" Harry frowned. "You snuck into Gryffindor and woke me from a sound sleep to ask about Neville?"
It was Draco's turn to frown. "Sleep? They said you were unconscious."
"Who is they?" Harry asked suspiciously.
Malfoy suddenly seemed to realize where exactly he was and who he was talking to. "Um, would you like to put on some clothes before we continue?" he asked carefully.
Harry looked down. He then proceeded to squeak in alarm, turned a bright Gryffindor red, and dove under his covers, all in rapid succession. He had been standing there, talking to Malfoy, wearing just his pants and still sporting a very obvious interest in the content of his dream. Merlin, where was a high cliff when you needed one? Perhaps he could will himself to the top of the Astronomy Tower so he could fling himself off. He'd done it when he was little, surely the circumstances now were dire enough to warrant accidental Apparition?
Draco's voice came to him from the other side of his covers. "I know you're still in there, Potter. You may as well come out." Harry bit back a hysterical giggle at the implications of that statement. "I wasn't saying I was unimpressed, you know. I just thought you might be more comfortable talking to me with your clothes on."
The Gryffindor slowly pulled the blankets away from his face. In for a Knut, in for a Galleon. "What if I'd rather talk to you with more of your clothes off?" Harry asked, half-nervous, half-defiant.
Malfoy seemed to consider the question. "I'd say you haven't spent nearly enough money on me yet, Potter. Talking with less clothing requires at least two expensive meals and a nice gift. Preferably jewelry or a rare item of some sort."
Pulled out of his embarrassment by shock, Harry sat up fully and allowed the covers to pool at his waist. He didn't fail to notice the way Draco's eyes lingered on his chest for longer than was strictly necessary. "Merlin Malfoy, if it takes all of that to get you out of your clothes, what's it going to cost me to shag you?" Harry's eyes immediately widened as he realized what he'd said. With a meep of distress he slithered under the blankets again.
A moment later the bed dipped and Harry waited tensely for Draco to cast his first hex. Instead the covers were inched down until Harry's terrified, green eyes could meet calm grey.
"Let's just start with kisses and go from there, shall we?" the Slytherin asked quietly.
Harry nodded and then reached up to pull Malfoy closer. As his fingers carded through silky, blond hair he suddenly encountered... a fuzzy cat ear. Harry pulled back and looked at Draco sharply. "Your ears are back."
It was Draco's turn to blush and look a bit sheepish. "I, um, I know how much you liked me as a," he coughed, "a catboy so I learned how to show just the ears." There was a pregnant pause. "And the tail."
Harry grinned widely. "Will you wear a collar for me, too?" he asked cheekily.
"In private?" the dark-haired boy added huskily.
The Slytherin pretended to be unconvinced, but Harry saw a glint of interest in his eyes. "Perhaps," he finally conceded, "but only if you agree to brush my fur at least once a week."
"Deal," Harry replied and pulled Draco down for a kiss.