Say Goodbye to your Heart: A Cat!Draco Compilation

After several days of Draco fretting and pacing around in his flat without any word from Hermione, he decided to drive over to Theo's.

Theo's house elf let him in, taking in Draco in cat!form. "Young Master Nott is in bedroom. You's a big cat, young Malfoy."

"Uh, thanks, Topsy." Cat!Draco nodded, ambling quickly to find Theo in cat!form as well, working out.

Cat!Draco cleared his throat. "Why are you in cat!form while you—Never mind. I don't want to know. I need to talk."

Cat!Theo snorted, sitting up, "Of course you do. Topsy, get us some wine."

Cat!Draco paced and circled around the sitting room, howling. "I Owl'd her over a week ago, and there's been nothing!"

"I laid my heart out on the line!"

"Should I go to her flat?"

"Does she not forgive me? Should I have addressed the nudity?"

"I was nude too!"

Draco carded a hand through his hair roughly, while Theo stared at him silently, swirling his third glass of Malbec.

[Image: A grey cat rests its arm against a table. A glass of red wine is next to the cat. Implied: Cat!Theo listening to Cat!Draco talk.]

Theo barely got a word in. So he made his way to his bed to soothe himself on his 800 thread count Egyptian cotton, making space between him and Cat!Draco. Cat!Draco barely noticed.

That arsehole was still talking.

"Mate, you know I love you, I do. I appreciate the fact that you have a lot of feelings over Granger, and it's tearing you apart. But you're being a real bellend right now. I haven't seen you in weeks. You've all but left the apothecary. You've left me to do all the paperwork for the legislation. I thought after you got got all this sorted—"

Cat!Draco hissed, "My life is a bit complicated at the moment." 

"Is it? This shite with Granger has been going on for months. It's not news. You could have fixed it a lot faster if you weren't mired in self-loathing. If I didn't know better, I would say you're feeding off of this drama. What—being the poor, little rich boy is no longer doing it for you?" Cat!Theo hit back.

"What's more, you haven't even asked how I am, how Senior is settling in, or how things are going with Longbottom. My world doesn't just stop to exist when you deign to come back into my life. Why the fuck are you so self-centred? Do you think you could really love Granger being the way you are? It's all you, you, you. Maybe she's right to not contact you."

Cat!Draco glared at him. "I thought I had a friend. I need some support right now."

[Image: A white cat stares indignantly. Implied: Cat!Draco getting read for filth.]

"So do I!" Cat!Theo meowed. "Have you ever thought that I might need some support? Gods forbid I play any other role than the snarky sidekick. This is why Granger left, y'know. All you can think about are your needs. Never how anyone else might feel. You spied on her for Merlin's sake. Lied to her for a better part of a year. Saw her naked without her consent. And had ample opportunity to tell her. And what do you do? You waste time buying her watermelons! This was never gonna be solved with watermelons."

"My parents always gave me gifts to show—"

"And how'd that work out for you? You're in your 30s, man. Stop blaming your parents for the fucked up shite they did. Get some help. Stop throwing tantrums. Life isn't a series of grand gestures to make up for the in-betweens. Even now, instead of talking to her like an adult, you send an owl. I was there when you were a sniffling little boy—"

"Fuck off." 

"I'm about to propose to—And you haven't even had the decency to ask. Never mind. You're a bad friend."

"You're not doing so hot yourself right now either," Cat!Draco retorted. Without another word, he stormed out. 

Cat!Draco spent the rest of his day in his cool down corner that Mipsy made for him. 

[Image: A white cat sits in the mouth of a cardboard tiger. Implied: Cat!Draco contemplating Cat!Theo's meows.]