Alone Time
Suggested listening: Arctic Monkeys - R U Mine?
As the Werewolf legislation was getting closer to getting ratified, their little cottage apartment — their slice of heaven — was getting interrupted more and more.
It was loud and crowded too often now.
Cat!Draco barely got any time with Hermione any more.
Ministry employees—Potter, the Weasel, Cormac, Goldstein, even Shacklebolt—came through with their dirty dragonhide boots and clumsy hands that spilled ink and coffee everywhere.
His mistress took everything in stride, cleaning up after their uncouth quests with her vinewood.
Savages.
Cat!Draco made sure each and every one of them knew their behaviour was unacceptable and they were unwelcome.
He watched all of their movements from afar and hissed at them from his cool down corner.
[Image: A white and grey cat with squinted eyes sneers behind a grey couch.]
Ron noticed Lynx's odd behaviour. "Bloody hell. Your cat is giving all of us death stares."
Hermione looked over her shoulder. "He's just overprotective. It's just been us two these past few months. He's probably not used to the company."
Ron waved his fork in the hair, as he stuffed a sausage in his mouth. "Well, you better get used to sharing 'Mione, Lynx, especially if the legislation gets put through. Your mistress will be even more famous."
Cat!Draco opened his mouth, chattering his jaw and growling at this presumptuous Weasel.
How dare he say he would have to share his mistress—no, no, Granger? What? He didn't care. He was leaving soon, anyway.
“Lynx, are you okay? Do you want some snack-snacks? Come sit on my lap.” She patted her thighs.
Cat!Draco’s expression immediately changed when Hermione called to him.
[Image: A white and grey cat looks up with wide, loving eyes.]
A few nights later ...
He finally got a night alone with his mistress, and Hermione wanted to spend it watching a movie, instead of giving him scritches.
That was unacceptable.
[Image: A white cat sits in front of the television, blocking half of the screen.]