Catnip

Chapter 3

Harry stared, wide-eyed as Snape removed the potion from the ground and revived the previously unconscious Malfoy heir before Draco tackled Harry to the floor, nuzzling his neck and purring happily.

"Malfoy, what the hell?!"

He shouted, surprised and embarrassed when Malfoy started to lick and nip a trail down his neck, purring happily.

"Ten points from Gryffindor for Potter's language. Draco, would you mind explaining what you're doing?"

Snape's annoyed and slightly worried tone drifted in and out of Draco's ears as he continued to lavish his mate's neck with adoring licks and kisses.

"Malfoy, get off Harry, you sick bastard!"

Ron shouted, much to the blonde's dismay, which he showed by covering his furry cat ears with his hands.

"What the hell?"

Harry had finally noticed Draco's extra appendages: two fuzzy blond cat ears on his head and a fluffy blond tail, which was currently swishing in annoyance at the red head's loud voice.

"That's another twenty points from Gryffindor!"

Snape snapped again, to the red-faced red-head before attempting to pull an annoyed Draco from the confused Harry. Draco showed his annoyance by slashing the Potions Master across the face with a pair of sharp looking claws.

"Professor! Are you okay?!"

Hermione gushed worriedly to a bleeding Severus who in turn glared, wiping the shallow cut with the offered towel. Ron scoffed behind the worried Hermione, earning him a sharp smack on the head from an equally worried Pansy.

"Yes, Granger, I'm fine. Potter, since you're the only one who Draco seems to be comfortable with at the moment, take him to the hospital wing."

Harry, who finally snapped out of his shocked silence, turned sharply to the annoyed Potions Master.

"What?"

"Are you too stupid to understand what I said, Potter? I told you to take Draco to the hospital wing. Now!"

Harry glared before standing (the instant he was on his feet a happy Draco pulled him into a tight embrace) and awkwardly making his way to the hospital wing. Draco, as if sensing Harry's anger and discomfort, started to purr, nuzzling his neck softly.

*Severus dances as we transition*

"Harry James Potter, what did you do this - Mr. Malfoy?"

Madam Pomfrey questioned, staring at the cat-like boy who had Harry in a possessive/protective embrace, nuzzling his neck soothingly, one hand wrapped firmly around his waist and the other groping his hips softly.

"There was a potions accident, Madam Pomfrey. We were making Animagus potions. Malfoy slipped and got splashed with it and turned out like—well, this."

Harry pointed to the happily purring cat-boy still holding him in a vice-like grip. Pomfrey sighed, motioning them to follow her. She led them to a bed before closing the curtains around them and leaving to get Snape.

"Mewr?"

Draco mewled softly, fingers brushing gently against the brunette's face, before pulling his Harry onto his lap and cuddling him happily. Harry gasped at the purring Malfoy before trying to escape, much to the former's displeasure, who voiced this with a whiny purr and tightening his grip.

"Mal-Malfoy!"

"Mewr?"

Draco just purred, trying to calm his distressed mate who was unconsciously relaxed, much to the blond's pleasure.

"Professor!"

Harry cried in relief when Snape and Madam Pomfrey finally came back, much to Draco's annoyance, who glared at the two arms wrapped possessively around the smaller boy's waist.

"We've figured out what's wrong."

Poppy started hesitantly. Harry's head shot up at the prospect of knowing what the hell had happened and getting Malfoy to keep his paws to himself.

"Well, it seems that some cat hairs on Draco's robe mixed with the potion."

"Then why didn't he just turn into an Animagus?"

"Think, Potter! Because there were other ingredients on the table."

Harry and Draco (much to Harry's added confusion) glared (and hissed) at Snape. Severus just glowered, looking as if he had sucked on a particularity sour lemon.

"With the added ingredients, instead of being able to turn into a cat, he has the ears and tail, and he thinks he's one."

He finished dryly. Madam Pomfrey sighed beside him, smacking his arm for being so cold. Harry ignored the obviously angry professor in favor of turning to the sympathetic Madam Pomfrey.

"So why's he clinging to me?"

"Well, that's the thing, dear, he thinks you're his mate."

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Well that was the end of this chapter and BOY AM I EXCITED! I actually updated! Whelp see you guys soon?? Maybe..... yea...probably....

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