10 Weeks
Suggested listening: Lily Allen - Smile
Hermione and Cat!Draco were having a quiet evening in. Survivor was on tonight. She made fish and chips, and he was determined to have a taste.
[Image: A white and grey cat with a round belly sticking out hoists itself over a TV tray to get some chips.]
"Lynx-y! Look at that pooch!" She poked his belly.
Cat!Draco sniffed and walked away from her.
"I'm just joking. You're so dramatic. I made an extra portion for you in your plate."
While Cat!Draco was enjoying his chips, an unwelcome tap came at the door.
KNOCK!
KNOCK!
It was the Weasel again. Sod it all.
Ron marched in with purpose, stuttering. He held an index card. Cat!Draco caught glimpses of his horrid handwriting. "We need to talk."
"Ohhkayyyyyyy," she said warily.
"... So these are the reasons why I think we should give it another go."
Cat!Draco almost retched his chips back up.
Really? While I'm eating? In front of me?
[Image: A brown and white cat stares into the camera.]
Cat!Draco plodded to his cat tree to watch the show. He was full and unbothered. Moisturized and happy. In his lane. Focused. Flourishing. But really, he just saw Hermione reject Ron after he tried to get back together with her.
[Image: A white cat with sunglasses on has a slight smirk on its face.]
“I don’t think it’s a good idea, Ron.”
“Why not? I still love you. You still love me … right?”
“Yes but it’s different now. We had our chance.”
Ron pleaded with her. “We were so young. Me head was so fucked up from the war. We never got a chance to be kids. So I needed—”
“That’s the difference between me and you. I never needed to fuck around to know it was you.”
“That’s not fucking fair!” His face turned beet red.
“Maybe not,” she clipped.
"It can be us now.” He gripped her hand.
“It’s different now. I feel different. I’m different. Now go before we say anything more we regret.”
Ron pleaded, “‘Mione …”
When Ron left, Hermione cried. Suddenly, Cat!Draco didn’t feel so smug.
She went inside her bedroom and watched her favourite comfort movies.
Fuck. She missed Survivor.
Lynx pushed the door ajar, jumping onto the bed and snuggling with her. He bumped cheeks with her. In his mouth was the knitted hat she made him for his birthday.
“You want on, Lynx-y? I thought you didn’t like it.” She giggled. “So handsome.”
He preened.
She sent this picture to Ginny.
[Image: An orange hat wear a party hat and a party bib.]
10 weeks left.