Hopelessly Spoilt Things
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bleedingangel84Title: Hopelessly Spoilt Things
Author:bleedingangel84
Beta: None
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mild sexual suggestion
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
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hogwarts365 Prompt 218- “In my head, the sky is blue, the grass is green and cats are orange.” ― Jim Davis, In Dog Years I'd be Dead: Garfield at 25; Utopia; Communal
Notes: Just a random something. I hope readers enjoy.
Summary: Harry and Draco have a very spoilt cat.
“Garfield! No! I can’t believe he ate the lasagna!”
“I don’t know why you insisted on naming that poor feline Garfield, Harry,” Draco said.
“How about the fact that he looks and acts exactly like the cat from that comic strip?” Harry pointed out.
“In that case, why are you so surprised that he ate your lasagna? That was the cartoon Garfield’s favourite food, wasn’t it?”
"Well, there you have me.”
“I told you we should’ve got a different cat. But no, you just had to have the one that no one else would take, didn’t you?”
“That does seem to be a rather bad habit of mine, doesn’t it?”
“That and using the communal showers at the gym to save a few quid on the water bill.”
“Hey! That’s just practical. Not everyone was lucky enough to grow up living in their own private utopia, you realise.”
“You don’t live with your horrid Muggle relatives anymore. We’re rich, and you don’t need to count every cent that you spend.”
“I know that. It’s just a habit, I suppose. Some habits are so deeply ingrained that they are very hard to break.”
“Like your passion for taking in strays, for instance?”
“I took you in, didn’t I?”
“You did. And as I recall, we both found that quite enjoyable. Several times, in fact. You needn’t act like it was such a sacrifice.”
“Who said anything about a sacrifice? If it had been, I wouldn’t have invited you to move in.”
“You were quite eager for that, if I remember correctly,"
“I didn’t hear you complaining though, did I?” Harry rejoined.
“No, and you never will,” Draco admitted. “But I still don’t see why you had to get that horrid orange cat. He is hopelessly spoilt.”
“What can I say? I like hopelessly spoilt things like you two. Besides, in my head, the sky is blue, the grass is green, and cats are orange."
“You are so strange, Potter. That cat is a certified menace who always steals your food.”
“I know, but he’s so cute.”
“You are a sap. But I love you anyway.”
“You’re the one who feeds him bacon. And I love you.”
Author:
bleedingangel84 Beta: None
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Warnings: Mild sexual suggestion
Word Count: 365
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made.
Written for:
hogwarts365 Prompt 218- “In my head, the sky is blue, the grass is green and cats are orange.” ― Jim Davis, In Dog Years I'd be Dead: Garfield at 25; Utopia; CommunalNotes: Just a random something. I hope readers enjoy.
Summary: Harry and Draco have a very spoilt cat.
“Garfield! No! I can’t believe he ate the lasagna!”
“I don’t know why you insisted on naming that poor feline Garfield, Harry,” Draco said.
“How about the fact that he looks and acts exactly like the cat from that comic strip?” Harry pointed out.
“In that case, why are you so surprised that he ate your lasagna? That was the cartoon Garfield’s favourite food, wasn’t it?”
"Well, there you have me.”
“I told you we should’ve got a different cat. But no, you just had to have the one that no one else would take, didn’t you?”
“That does seem to be a rather bad habit of mine, doesn’t it?”
“That and using the communal showers at the gym to save a few quid on the water bill.”
“Hey! That’s just practical. Not everyone was lucky enough to grow up living in their own private utopia, you realise.”
“You don’t live with your horrid Muggle relatives anymore. We’re rich, and you don’t need to count every cent that you spend.”
“I know that. It’s just a habit, I suppose. Some habits are so deeply ingrained that they are very hard to break.”
“Like your passion for taking in strays, for instance?”
“I took you in, didn’t I?”
“You did. And as I recall, we both found that quite enjoyable. Several times, in fact. You needn’t act like it was such a sacrifice.”
“Who said anything about a sacrifice? If it had been, I wouldn’t have invited you to move in.”
“You were quite eager for that, if I remember correctly,"
“I didn’t hear you complaining though, did I?” Harry rejoined.
“No, and you never will,” Draco admitted. “But I still don’t see why you had to get that horrid orange cat. He is hopelessly spoilt.”
“What can I say? I like hopelessly spoilt things like you two. Besides, in my head, the sky is blue, the grass is green, and cats are orange."
“You are so strange, Potter. That cat is a certified menace who always steals your food.”
“I know, but he’s so cute.”
“You are a sap. But I love you anyway.”
“You’re the one who feeds him bacon. And I love you.”