Draco & Crookshanks
Agape— selfless love
Draco nudges the medical syringe into the oversized cat's mouth, slowly letting the thick potion slide down its throat. The last drop falls, and Draco pulls the syringe away, awaiting the impending protest.
Agape— selfless love
Draco nudges the medical syringe into the oversized cat's mouth, slowly letting the thick potion slide down its throat. The last drop falls, and Draco pulls the syringe away, awaiting the impending protest.
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"Fine, you mangy feline, die for all I care."
He does, unfortunately, care.
It's why Draco has spent the past three days concocting a potion just for Crookshank's feline calicivirus.
Now, as he stomps back to his makeshift potions lab, he wonders why on earth he's expending so
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Two days later, Draco stares excitedly at the football match on the telly. Beside him Hermione's feet curl under his thighs, her nose stuck in a book. As the second half of the game approaches, Crookshanks leaps onto the
He ignores the feline, his eyes still fixed on the telly. He feels it though multiple eyes boring into him, and from the corner of his eye, he sees Hermione peaking over her book looking skeptically between him and her cat.
Hermione digs her toes into his thigh with intensity.
"Ouch, Granger!"
"What is happening here?" she asks.
Crookshanks swats at the pillow again. Draco huffs and throws the pillow to the floor. "I think your familiar is trying to push me off the sofa."
The orange cat nuzzles his head against Draco's chest before laying across Draco's thighs.
"I told you the medicine the doctor gave would work eventually."