Catnip

Chapter 6

So I have really looong acrylic nails right now so if there are any typos please point them out so I can fix them as soon as possible. Thanks!
Also can we just appreciate this picture, like, damnnn.
Also, also I just noticed that this story has over 800 reads and I am so excited!! I know it's not really that much but I'm saying thanks for reading lol (*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)

-AtS

Harry awoke to a sharp hiss and the sound of an annoyed growl coming from Snape. He slowly sat up, faintly aware of a pair of arms around his waist and something wet and hot making its way down his throat making him squirm and moan softly before relaxing further into the comfortably warm embrace.

"Damn it Potter, wake up!"

Snape's clearly agitated voice broke Harry out of his sleep stupor. However, he remained relaxed in the other teen's embrace, still to tired and comfortable to do anything about moving or to even care whose arm's he was in.

"What?"

He yawned ignoring the glare sent his way, choosing instead to give in to the cat-boy's soothing purrs and let the blond continue to 'attack' his neck.

"It's time you made it to your temporary new dorm!"

Snape glowered at the prospect, making Harry groan. Not at Snape's accusing glare, but of the idea of having to get up.

"What time is it?"

"Midnight!"

Harry groaned before snuggling into a pleased Draco, who voiced his pleasure by finding and suckling on his mate's pulse-point.

"'M tired."

He mumbled sleepily into the crook of Draco' s neck, completely content with staying there till morning.

"I don't care! Get up so I can take you to your new dorm and I can get back to sleep!"

Harry groaned again before getting up, Draco, yet again, holding him in a possessive embrace — expect this time Harry wasn't complaining, though it was mostly do to with the fact he didn't know half of what was going on and that he was to tired to care either way. He followed the irritated potion's master until they reached the painting that apparently lead to Draco's quarters.

The painting was one of a blond woman with gray-blue eyes with such a  striking resemblance to Draco, Harry guessed that she had to be a relative.

"Every rose has its thorns."

Snape recited in disgust before shoving both teens in the room and storming away, leaving Harry to half stumble/half walk to the room he guessed as Draco's before promptly falling on the bed (covering himself and Draco with the silk sheets and velvet comforter) and falling right back asleep.

Draco purred in contentment: he was in a familiar place — his own nest — his mate didn't resist when he tried to calm him and was, in fact, asleep; curled against him in his protective embrace. He smiled contently, licking his mates cheek before curling up, his mate still in his arms, and falling asleep.

Harry woke up groaning before snuggling into the surrounding warmth with a content sigh, a warm weight draped across his waist. He was pulled out of his musings when his 'pillow' purred happily and he felt something pull him closer to the purring surface.