Monday to Wednesday
Suggested listening: Craig David - Seven Days
Alright, if Granger didn't like a Gryffindor-red balloon, what else?
Monday
What did Theo say? It was all lost on him during their days as wild bachelors making their way through Europe, leaving a trail of broken hearts and blurry memories of Witches and Muggle women. Something like, 'all you need to know is that witches love presents, whatever you give them. Jewellery, stuffed animals, food, etc.'
Draco didn't agree with it. But Theo did have more experience in relationships than him.
Not more pussy, though, he thought with a small sneer.
So on Monday, he brought Hermione a stuffed octopus.
Why? Because it kinda looked cute, he supposed.
[Video: Cat!Draco reluctantly bringing Hermione a stuffed octopus.]
When she opened the door to see an angry cat and an equally stuffed octopus, she scoffed. "Juvenile," Hermione sniffed. "Just like you."
She shut door once again in his face.
If Cat!Draco were honest, he was a little relieved. He had other orders to make. He plodded home.
Hermione peeked out the door viewer to make sure he left, then stole the stuffed octopus inside.
Tuesday
The following day, with Theo in tow, he brought along a bushel of watermelons in the backseat.
[Image: A white cat sits in the backseat with a bunch of watermelons. Implied: Cat!Draco bringing Hermione fruit.]
Hermione gaped at the unfamiliar car in her driveway. Once she made her 'round the open trunk and saw Cat!Draco with one fluffy paw rolling around a watermelon, her mouth dropped open. “Absolutely ridiculous.” She almost laughed but course-corrected and wrinkled her nose, "I hate watermelons." She quickly opened and shut the door to her flat, locking herself inside without another word.
From the front seat, Theo said, "Mate, this is not what I meant when I said—"
Cat!Draco yowled.
Theo started up the car.
Wednesday
Cat!Draco was undeterred, if a little annoyed. He brought her more presents.
Granger liked books, right?
In his human form, he went to Flourish and Blotts, and brought her a very extensive collection of first-edition books, including Hogwarts: A History by Bathilda Bagshot, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander, and Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling.
As he arrived on her front door once again, he made himself comfortable in the bag, crinkling the tissue paper and making biscuits.
[Image: A grey cat sits in a shopping bag. Implied: Cat!Draco sits in a shopping bag filled with books.]
When Hermione came home from work, she recognized the familiar fur of Lynx—No, no, that was the prat, Draco—and gingerly picked the bag up and turned it upside down, causing Cat!Draco to fall out onto his coccyx. He may be in cat!form but he certainly did not have the reflexes of one.
Her greedy hands flipped through the knocked over books.
Rolling over, he positioned himself near the stack of books. Sitting beside Hogwarts: A History, Cat!Draco put on his best, handsomest, sorry face, slowly pawing at the cover.
[Image: A white cat stares at the sunlight. Implied: Cat!Draco looking up at Hermione.]
[Image: A white cat sits atop a coffee table and looks down. Implied: Cat!Draco is so sorry. So, so sorry.]
Out of the periphery of his eyes, Hermione studied him. His fancy ears perked up. She opened her mouth, then decided on something. Without another word, she took the gifts inside and shut the door.
Heheh, she took my presents. Witches love presents.
And he skulked away, flicking his sore tail.
Cat!Draco and Cat!Theo would brainstorm more ideas tonight over firewhiskey.
[Image: Two white cats wear two Cup Noodle containers on their heads. Implied: Cat!Draco and Cat!Theo putting on their thinking caps together.]