Curse of the Black Cat
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12,339
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Part One
title: Curse of the Black Cat (
author: Chibimono Akuno
email: chibimono@msn.com
category: romance, angst, curses
spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
pairing: HP/DM
rating: PG-13, so far.... mwahahahaha.....
disclaimers: These characters are not mine. They belong to the wonderful goddess J.K. Rowling and all other companies that own them. I bow before you and beg for your forgiveness of using these characters. I only wish to entertain, not make money.
b>Cub>Curse of the Black Cat
part one
by Chibimono Akuno
Draco Malfoy wandered the corridors late one night in the middle of January. He was thinking about home, and the information his father told him about his up coming summer holiday. He was thinking of the soon approaching initiation and of the Dark Mark.
Was it wrong that he did not want to become a Death Eater? He knew he had to do it because his father wanted him to, but would his father understand if he decided not to go through with it? Absolutely not! A Malfoy can not back out of what he is destined to do.
So I'm destined to kill people? Draco though miserably. To kill for someone who is already half dead and these taken souls could never bring back?
Only one person could bring back the Dark Lord... Harry Potter.
Yes, Harry Potter... The bane of Draco's existence. If only he had not turned Draco away in their first year, they could have been very good friends. But no, Potter was foolish. And still is. Why, a boy cannot be right in the head if he goes seeking trouble like Potter does, can he? Of course not. Something is wrong with him. He could be like one of those people with addictions. Potter is addicted to the thrill. That must be his problem!
Draco suddenly stopped in his tracks. He had done it again. He was thinking about Potter again. That was the whole reason for this trek throthe the hollowed halls of Hogwarts. He was trying to clear his head of the stupid git, not put more thoughts in there!
Shaking his head, he continued on through the desertedlwaylways and took a winding flight of stairs down to another floor. He was not sure where he was, but he knew if he kept walking eventually he would come to some place familiar. The corridor he was walking along now had windows to his right and the full moon streamed in to light up everything in his path. He went to one of the windows, seeing that they looked out to the Forbidden Forest.
There was a sound of movement to his left, and Draco sharply turned to it, hoping destelytely it was not Mrs. Norris or Flitch. Green eyes flashed in the moonlight, and Dracrsedrsed himself, thinking it was Potter. But he was wrong...
Moving out of the shadows was... a big black dog? No! A cat! A big black cat! Draco froze. What the Hell was a black panther doing on school grounds?! Was this another of that stupid oaf Hargid's pets?!
Slowly pressing himself against the wall by the window, he's only thought was to please let the panther go by. Much to his dismay, it slowly moved closer to him. He bit his lip to keep from whimpering. Oh please! Draco thought helplessly. Don't eat me!
The panther quietly padded right up to him and began to sniff. A rough tongue lashed out and swiped at Draco's trembling, balled up hand. Draco was breathless as the creature began to nuzzle against the hand and the side of his leg. For some reason, he found it quite shocking that someone had tamed this large animal.
Suddenly, the black cat sat back on it's hind quarters and looked at Draco expectantly. "What?" he found himself asking it. "You're not going to eat me?"
When the cat lazily shook it's black head, Draco nearly fell over in surprise. "You can understand me?!"
A slow nod.
Draco had to sit down. Slowly, he slid down the wall he was leaning against until he was sitting on the floor. The panther remained looking at him.
"So... er... Are you a pet?" There was a shake of the head again.
"Do you live here?" Another nod.
Timidly, he held his hand out, and the cat moved to nuzzle it, a purring coming from deep inside. At this, Draco smiled and relaxed immensely. It likes me! he thought happily. This is unbelievable!
~~~~~
Draco spent hours with the cat. It loved to be petted and have it tummy rubbed. He found it also liked licking his face, neck and hands, which tickled Draco into laughing.
When a wave of sleepiness finally washed over Draco, he stood up and told the panther it was time for him to go. Beautiful emerald eyes stared up at him almost sadly. "I'll come back tomorrow night. I promise," he told the creature.
He turned to leave and went back up the flight of stairs he had come down earlier. As he reached the top, he looked back to find the panther was following him. "I have to go to bed, love," Draco whispered to the night colored animal. It made a slight whimpering noise and went right up to him to butt it's fagaiagainst his leg.
Draco sighed. He supposed it was possible to sneak it into his room. No one see it. He could let it out at night to roam the castle and feed it by taking extra food at his own meals. The only problem would be how well it was house trained. He guessed he would just have to find out.
~~~~~
Draco undressed down to his knickers and then threw on a pair of silk pajamas. He quickly settled into bed, pulling the blankets up and spelling out the light. As soon as it was dark, a heavy weight jumped onto the other side of the bed.
"Oh, you want to sleep with me?" Draco laughed as the panther moved close and flopped down beside the blonde boy. The large cat was purring and he gently nuzzled at Draco. With a yawn, he scratched behind the cat's ear and slipped off to sleep.
It was then that he had a dream.
Harry Potter in a glass bottle. "HELP!" How strange, Draco thought, and he moved closer to the bottle. "Draco! Please! You have to help me!" Draco looked at the glass, but there was no opening. It was as if it were a big glass bubble. His only thought was to smash the glass, but he was not big enough. Green eyes flashed in helpless terror. "Draco! Please! You can do this! Help me!" Why me? Draco thought to himself. I thought we were enemies?
~~~~~
A warm, rough tongue lazily licked at Draco's cheek and neck. He was laughing by the time he was finally awake, being that he was ticklishs nes new pet was still there. He smiled at the kitty and kissed his muzzle.
Draco was out of bed in no time, and he quickly dressed for breakfast. He did not want to be late for classes this morning. Double Potions with his favorite professor. Before he could make it out the door, though, the panther was in front of it, staring at him sadly.
"I have classes right now," he sighed. "I'll be back as soon as I can. I won't forget you, love." Then Draco paused. "Hmmm.... I have to give you an name. Or do you have one?" The cat shook it's head no. "Then let me think, love. You will have a name when I return!" And with that, the panther movor Dor Draco to dash out the dungeons.
~~~~~
Draco was in Potions when he remembered his dream about Potter. Remembrance was triggered by the fact the Golden Trio was reduced only to a pitifully sulking two. In fact, all of Gryffindor's students seemed quite miserable.
How odd. No Potter. Maybe the dream was true, and Potter really needed help? If that were so, Draco was going to need more information than just "Help me!"
~~~~~
By lunch, rumors were flying like mad all over the school. Potter had been kidnapped in the middle of the night, right out of his bed. Potter had sneaked out of school at night and ran off to Hogsmead to meet with some girl, not coming back. Potter sleepwalked into the lake and was eaten by the squid. Potter Floo himself out of Hogwarts to chase after the Dark Lord.
"Preposterous!" Draco hissed to the students around him as he loaded his plate with meat and such. He took off without another word, carrying his plate with him, and headed straight to the dungeons.
Waiting for him on his bed was the beautiful creature. "Here, lovely," he called in a near whisper as the cat climbed off the bed to brush against him with affection. Sitting on the soft carpet by the empty firece, ce, Draco placed the plate down. He ran his fingers through the thick fur, watching the creature eat.
"I want to name you," he said softly as the animal finished it's food and licked it's chops clean. The panther looked up at him expectantly. "If I name you, then that means you belong to me. Is that okay?" Draco asked the animal, wanting to give it a choice and know it's opinion. It's a living creature that think for itself, he though. I do not want to scare it away.
The panther only looked at him, it's green eyes flashing from the torch light in his chambers. This was a special animal. He barely knew anything about it. No, Draco decided. "I'll wait... I want to pick a name perfect for you. One that says who really you are."
At that, the large black creature moved forward and licked at Draco's face.
~ to be continued ~
email: chibimono@msn.com
category: romance, angst, curses
spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
pairing: HP/DM
rating: PG-13, so far.... mwahahahaha.....
disclaimers: These characters are not mine. They belong to the wonderful goddess J.K. Rowling and all other companies that own them. I bow before you and beg for your forgiveness of using these characters. I only wish to entertain, not make money.
b>Cub>Curse of the Black Cat
part one
by Chibimono Akuno
Draco Malfoy wandered the corridors late one night in the middle of January. He was thinking about home, and the information his father told him about his up coming summer holiday. He was thinking of the soon approaching initiation and of the Dark Mark.
Was it wrong that he did not want to become a Death Eater? He knew he had to do it because his father wanted him to, but would his father understand if he decided not to go through with it? Absolutely not! A Malfoy can not back out of what he is destined to do.
So I'm destined to kill people? Draco though miserably. To kill for someone who is already half dead and these taken souls could never bring back?
Only one person could bring back the Dark Lord... Harry Potter.
Yes, Harry Potter... The bane of Draco's existence. If only he had not turned Draco away in their first year, they could have been very good friends. But no, Potter was foolish. And still is. Why, a boy cannot be right in the head if he goes seeking trouble like Potter does, can he? Of course not. Something is wrong with him. He could be like one of those people with addictions. Potter is addicted to the thrill. That must be his problem!
Draco suddenly stopped in his tracks. He had done it again. He was thinking about Potter again. That was the whole reason for this trek throthe the hollowed halls of Hogwarts. He was trying to clear his head of the stupid git, not put more thoughts in there!
Shaking his head, he continued on through the desertedlwaylways and took a winding flight of stairs down to another floor. He was not sure where he was, but he knew if he kept walking eventually he would come to some place familiar. The corridor he was walking along now had windows to his right and the full moon streamed in to light up everything in his path. He went to one of the windows, seeing that they looked out to the Forbidden Forest.
There was a sound of movement to his left, and Draco sharply turned to it, hoping destelytely it was not Mrs. Norris or Flitch. Green eyes flashed in the moonlight, and Dracrsedrsed himself, thinking it was Potter. But he was wrong...
Moving out of the shadows was... a big black dog? No! A cat! A big black cat! Draco froze. What the Hell was a black panther doing on school grounds?! Was this another of that stupid oaf Hargid's pets?!
Slowly pressing himself against the wall by the window, he's only thought was to please let the panther go by. Much to his dismay, it slowly moved closer to him. He bit his lip to keep from whimpering. Oh please! Draco thought helplessly. Don't eat me!
The panther quietly padded right up to him and began to sniff. A rough tongue lashed out and swiped at Draco's trembling, balled up hand. Draco was breathless as the creature began to nuzzle against the hand and the side of his leg. For some reason, he found it quite shocking that someone had tamed this large animal.
Suddenly, the black cat sat back on it's hind quarters and looked at Draco expectantly. "What?" he found himself asking it. "You're not going to eat me?"
When the cat lazily shook it's black head, Draco nearly fell over in surprise. "You can understand me?!"
A slow nod.
Draco had to sit down. Slowly, he slid down the wall he was leaning against until he was sitting on the floor. The panther remained looking at him.
"So... er... Are you a pet?" There was a shake of the head again.
"Do you live here?" Another nod.
Timidly, he held his hand out, and the cat moved to nuzzle it, a purring coming from deep inside. At this, Draco smiled and relaxed immensely. It likes me! he thought happily. This is unbelievable!
~~~~~
Draco spent hours with the cat. It loved to be petted and have it tummy rubbed. He found it also liked licking his face, neck and hands, which tickled Draco into laughing.
When a wave of sleepiness finally washed over Draco, he stood up and told the panther it was time for him to go. Beautiful emerald eyes stared up at him almost sadly. "I'll come back tomorrow night. I promise," he told the creature.
He turned to leave and went back up the flight of stairs he had come down earlier. As he reached the top, he looked back to find the panther was following him. "I have to go to bed, love," Draco whispered to the night colored animal. It made a slight whimpering noise and went right up to him to butt it's fagaiagainst his leg.
Draco sighed. He supposed it was possible to sneak it into his room. No one see it. He could let it out at night to roam the castle and feed it by taking extra food at his own meals. The only problem would be how well it was house trained. He guessed he would just have to find out.
~~~~~
Draco undressed down to his knickers and then threw on a pair of silk pajamas. He quickly settled into bed, pulling the blankets up and spelling out the light. As soon as it was dark, a heavy weight jumped onto the other side of the bed.
"Oh, you want to sleep with me?" Draco laughed as the panther moved close and flopped down beside the blonde boy. The large cat was purring and he gently nuzzled at Draco. With a yawn, he scratched behind the cat's ear and slipped off to sleep.
It was then that he had a dream.
Harry Potter in a glass bottle. "HELP!" How strange, Draco thought, and he moved closer to the bottle. "Draco! Please! You have to help me!" Draco looked at the glass, but there was no opening. It was as if it were a big glass bubble. His only thought was to smash the glass, but he was not big enough. Green eyes flashed in helpless terror. "Draco! Please! You can do this! Help me!" Why me? Draco thought to himself. I thought we were enemies?
~~~~~
A warm, rough tongue lazily licked at Draco's cheek and neck. He was laughing by the time he was finally awake, being that he was ticklishs nes new pet was still there. He smiled at the kitty and kissed his muzzle.
Draco was out of bed in no time, and he quickly dressed for breakfast. He did not want to be late for classes this morning. Double Potions with his favorite professor. Before he could make it out the door, though, the panther was in front of it, staring at him sadly.
"I have classes right now," he sighed. "I'll be back as soon as I can. I won't forget you, love." Then Draco paused. "Hmmm.... I have to give you an name. Or do you have one?" The cat shook it's head no. "Then let me think, love. You will have a name when I return!" And with that, the panther movor Dor Draco to dash out the dungeons.
~~~~~
Draco was in Potions when he remembered his dream about Potter. Remembrance was triggered by the fact the Golden Trio was reduced only to a pitifully sulking two. In fact, all of Gryffindor's students seemed quite miserable.
How odd. No Potter. Maybe the dream was true, and Potter really needed help? If that were so, Draco was going to need more information than just "Help me!"
~~~~~
By lunch, rumors were flying like mad all over the school. Potter had been kidnapped in the middle of the night, right out of his bed. Potter had sneaked out of school at night and ran off to Hogsmead to meet with some girl, not coming back. Potter sleepwalked into the lake and was eaten by the squid. Potter Floo himself out of Hogwarts to chase after the Dark Lord.
"Preposterous!" Draco hissed to the students around him as he loaded his plate with meat and such. He took off without another word, carrying his plate with him, and headed straight to the dungeons.
Waiting for him on his bed was the beautiful creature. "Here, lovely," he called in a near whisper as the cat climbed off the bed to brush against him with affection. Sitting on the soft carpet by the empty firece, ce, Draco placed the plate down. He ran his fingers through the thick fur, watching the creature eat.
"I want to name you," he said softly as the animal finished it's food and licked it's chops clean. The panther looked up at him expectantly. "If I name you, then that means you belong to me. Is that okay?" Draco asked the animal, wanting to give it a choice and know it's opinion. It's a living creature that think for itself, he though. I do not want to scare it away.
The panther only looked at him, it's green eyes flashing from the torch light in his chambers. This was a special animal. He barely knew anything about it. No, Draco decided. "I'll wait... I want to pick a name perfect for you. One that says who really you are."
At that, the large black creature moved forward and licked at Draco's face.
~ to be continued ~