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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter
  Character:
      Draco_Malfoy, Harry_Potter
  Additional Tags:
      Fluff_and_Smut, Showers, Top_Draco_Malfoy, Bottom_Harry_Potter, Underage
      Harry, Kitten_Harry, Alternate_Universe
  Series:
      Part 1 of Pets
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-06-10 Updated: 2016-06-15 Chapters: 2/? Words: 4181
****** Kittens Don't Like Showers ******
by Figgyfan14
Summary
     Draco Malfoy goes home after a long day and is ready to shower with
     his kitten. Short and sweet, with a kitten Harry and a caring owner
     Draco. Just smut and fluff.
Notes
     Welp, I wrote this in one sitting, edited it quickly, and I'm just
     posting it before bed! No beta, so I apologize for any mistakes, but
     it's just a one-shot! :3 Hope you enjoy!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
Draco was tired and sore when he got home that night. It had been such a long
day at the ministry, and he went directly for the shower when he walked in the
door. Turning it on full blast, he stripped out of his robes and dropped them
carelessly onto the floor, something he never would have dreamed to do when he
was younger. As he stripped down, the door from his bedroom opened, and the
small jingle of a bell could be heard. A smirk crossed his face.
“There you are, Harry.” He smiled, turning to see the small boy entering.
Crossing the bathroom, Draco ran a hand through messy hair, carefully avoiding
the small black cat ears that poked up from it. They went back anyway, but a
purr still greeted him, and the elegant black tail swished behind Harry.
“Hello, Draco.” The soft voice always made Draco smile, as it did now, and he
ran a hand down Harry’s back, taking his hand.
“Come on, kitten, take a shower with me now.” He coaxed, getting a tiny, pouty
glare.
“Shower.” Harry hissed, baring needle-sharp fangs. He wrapped his arms around
himself, and Draco sighed.
“Come on, love. It's warm.” He assured, taking Harry’s hand and tugging the
reluctant boy toward the shower. Harry was still scowling (pouting) but
followed without any resistance. It wouldn't be of any use. Draco lead him to
the shower door, then paused to remove Harry’s collar before entering.
The shower was indeed warm when Draco drew Harry into it, and he set to work on
their usual routine, working down from the head. First came shampoo, and Draco
rubbed it into Harry’s hair first, carefully massaging his ears with it and
getting a purr as the warm water rushed down the blonde’s back. He also rubbed
it into Harry’s tail, even as it twitched in annoyance. Then they switched
positions, and Harry shuddered under the spray while Draco shampooed his own
hair.
A small grumble from Harry made Draco chuckle as he moved on to the body wash,
first over himself, and then over Harry when they again switched positions so
that Draco could rinse while Harry was soaped up. The raven-haired cat always
purred when Draco rubbed the body wash over him, and the blonde spent minutes
on this alone. He started at Harry’s neck and shoulders feeling the rumbling
purr starting by the time he got to his chest. Draco wouldn't admit to teasing
Harry’s nipples or the base of his spine where it connected to his tail, both
sensitive for the boy, but he really did, before dropping to his knees and
going over both legs and his ass and cock thoroughly. Harry always blushed when
Draco slipped a finger inside him, and the blonde loved to see that spark in
his eyes, lust flashing through his kitten.
That wasn't for the shower, though, and Draco dropped a kiss just below Harry’s
belly button before standing and gently pushing him under the water again. The
purring stopped, then, and Draco got another glare, which just made him
chuckle. He was much more quick with the conditioner to his own hair than he
was with Harry’s, then, and he dropped a single kiss onto his love’s lips
before turning off the water and stepping out.
Slinging a towel over his shoulders, mostly to catch the water that dripped
from his hair, he pulled a softer one from the cabinet for Harry’s sensitive
skin. Cats were known for chafing easily, and Draco would never allow his pet
any discomfort. He didn't give the kitten even the time to shiver before
wrapping him in the large, warm towel and starting to gently rub him dry. Harry
once again purred happily at the rubbing, and Draco was careful of his tail and
ears, as always. When he was dry enough to have relaxed significantly, the
blonde wizard picked his collar up off the counter and wrapped it back around
his neck. The soft suede fit snugly, and Harry smiled softly as his bell
jingled.
The tag read simply “Harry” on one side and “Property of Draco Malfoy” on the
other.
“Good boy.” Draco murmured as Harry’s tail swished behind him but he otherwise
stayed still until he was collared.
Harry smiled shyly at this, though it was a near-daily occurrence for the past
three years that Draco had been his owner. “Thank you.” He mumbled, and pouted
his lips slightly, making Draco chuckle and kiss them, as the cat wanted.
“Go get in bed, and I'll bring your milk in.” The blonde nudged Harry gently
toward the door, and the cat trilled softly in agreement before disappearing
into the dark bedroom.
For a Malfoy of all people to be so kind and considerate of his pet was
something that would surprise most people, but Draco had been in love with
those vibrant green eyes the moment he saw them through the bars of Harry’s
cage. He knew then that he had to have him, and the kitten had been so skittish
at first. Eleven years old and he'd never even had a proper shower before, was
eating without utensils, and wouldn't let Draco anywhere near his tail without
it puffing up in fear.
Draco had been working to get the laws on pets changed ever since, but no one
cared if a few puppies or kittens died of neglect in a kennel. It made him so
angry he couldn't speak at times, but there was nothing to be done about it.
Sighing and starting to dry off, Draco remembered the first time he'd given his
kitten a shower.
Harry had tried to hide from the water, mumbling something about cold and no
and hurting, but Draco had stood under it with him, cradling the kitten gently
against him until he calmed down and realized it wasn't cold, as he'd expected.
He had still not been very trusting, but Draco had gently coaxed him into
standing still while he washed him gently, being very careful with his tail and
ears, and even trying to make the experience enjoyable for Harry. It had
worked, to an extent. The cat was still skittish, but had purred a bit for
Draco, so he considered that one a win.
Then, it was time for bed, and Harry had curled up… on the floor. Oh, certainly
Draco knew that some people treated their pets as such. But he wasn't one of
those people. Harry had flushed red and whimpered in embarrassment as Draco
lifted him onto his bed, a bed that could fit four comfortably and was softer
than a cloud. Draco had tucked him under the soft comforter and spoken softly
but surely into Harry’s ear, telling him that no one was going to be sleeping
on the floor, because that was dirty, and Draco wouldn't tolerate having his
kitten anything less than clean and comfortable. Harry had nodded his
understanding, but still hadn't looked entirely sure about it, so the blonde
had asked him if he wanted anything. Anything at all.
Harry had asked for a glass of milk.
With a nod and a kiss to the forehead that seemed to surprise the kitten, Draco
had gone, as he did now, into the kitchen, pouring a glass of milk, and then
took it in to Harry. Who, on the first night, had looked at him like he was a
god before downing the glass in three short gulps. Harry still drank the milk
quickly, as it was his favorite beverage, but he smiled at Draco now and gave
him a milk-stache kiss in thanks. The glass was sat on the bedside table and
Draco slipped under the blanket, Harry curling against his side happily.
It had been a long day, and Draco knew that neither of them were awake for long
after he threaded his fingers into that dark hair.
The morning broke earlier than he'd have liked it to, but waking up to Harry
sprawled on top of him, rough, pink tongue swiping over his throat, was never
something Draco regretted.
The kitten was undeniably a morning person, which sometimes made it hard for
his owner, who was definitely not. But when that rough tongue started to
venture lower, rubbing over his nipples and lapping at his navel and being
accompanied by small nips to his hipbones and thighs…. Well, Draco was awake.
All it took was one swipe over his balls and he was at full attention, groaning
and slipping a hand down into the messy black hair.
“Fuck, Harry, it's too early.” He grumbled, though he was sure it was exactly
the same time he was woken up every morning. A small giggle greeted his groan,
and that tongue teased the head of his cock, making his eyes snap open. “Shit!”
Harry giggled again, and Draco growled, giving his hair a slight tug, which the
kitten followed happily. He was pulled up the bed, next to Draco, who turned
onto his side and propped himself up on one elbow. The hand that was in Harry’s
hair gently loosened but kept the cat face down against the bed.
“Kitten… it's so early, how can you already want to fuck?” He muttered, even as
his hand slid down Harry’s back and his thumb massaged the base of the cat’s
tail while his fingers teased his anus.
Harry purred and spread his legs readily, staring into blue-grey eyes with
transfixing green ones. His slitted pupils dilated, despite the sun that was
filtering in through the curtains. “Woke up… Wanted to make you happy…” He
finally murmured, voice slightly shaking as two of Draco’s fingers scissored
inside him.
The blonde hummed and smirked, kissing his lips briefly before he sat up and
stretched. He pulled lube from the bedside drawer and smeared a liberal amount
of it over his cock, then lined up. Even with so little prep, he knew Harry
would be ready for him. The kitten had obviously loosened himself up before he
woke Draco.
“Good boy.” Draco murmured, watching Harry flush, before he started to slide
in. The kitten whined and spread himself out as much as he could on his knees,
chest against the bed and tail to one side. It was Draco’s favorite was to fuck
him, one of his favorite ways to see him, and he was slow to start, watching
Harry’s face redden even more with the slow drags over his prostate. Small
whines and whimpers started to fall from the boy’s lips, and Draco picked up
his pace, one hand slipping around Harry's cock and the other through his
collar.
The slightest pressure on the collar was enough to make Harry gasp for breath
and flush more, the redness spreading down and over his shoulders. The blonde
was starting to lose control, already so aroused by his kitten, but he kept his
pace up until a hot stickiness splashed over the hand he had on Harry’s cock.
The boy contracted around him, making him curse aloud, but he continued to fuck
him through his orgasm, only letting himself come when Harry grew soft in his
hand.
Panting and sweating, Draco collapsed on top of the cat, still buried inside
him, and Harry started to purr, the rumbling noise vibrating into Draco’s chest
and making them both relax. He would have to get up and get ready for work
soon, and the thought made him want to groan at his lost sleep and expended
energy, but Harry was worth it.
Harry was sleeping again by the time Draco was dressed and ready to leave. The
Malfoy sighed and dropped a kiss onto his kitten’s lips, getting a sleepy blink
and smile, before walking out the door. He had never regretted buying Harry
from the man that was selling him, even when he saw beautiful dogs being walked
on leashes through the park in a way he would never be able to do with his
skittish kitten. Harry was special, issues and all, and Draco was glad he
always had him to go home to.
***** Playmates *****
Chapter Notes
     Surprise! It's a two-shot now!
     I can't promise I won't think of something else later, but uh...
     Happy Wednesday, everyone!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Harry was fourteen when Draco brought home a playmate for him.
It wasn't like the blonde hadn't ever thought about doing so before, but he had
been in Diagon Alley and just happened to pass a shop window that held a small
orange kitten, fluffy and barely the size of his hand. Getting an actual kitten
for his kitten? That seemed like the best possible pet he could have thought
up.
And then he entered and he found that the little ball of fuzz in the window had
actually been two balls of fuzz curled together, two twins that were fluffy and
orange and looked at him curiously even as they purred when he petted them. It
seemed like such a good idea at the time, and he was very pleased with himself
at Harry’s reaction. The boy had met him in their apartment’s living room,
smiling shyly as Draco told him he had a gift for him.
A small meow was heard from the box Draco had been given to carry them home in,
and Harry immediately froze and stared in what looked like a mixture of
amazement and horror. “K-kittens?” He said softly, and Draco smiled and opened
the box, showing him the two orange fluffballs.
“I thought you may enjoy having some play mates around while I'm not here.” He
explained, watching Harry tremble and try to decide if he wanted to hide or
pick them up.
He decided on picking them up. The kitten purred and Harry laughed as they both
curled against him readily. “Thank you, Draco.” He whispered, and the blonde
smiled, kissing his lips when they were offered.
“Of course, Harry. I'm going to take a shower before dinner, so you can take
them to our room and get them situated. I have everything they need in here.”
He handed Harry the bag of supplies he'd also acquired from the pet store, and
the kitten nodded his understanding, disappearing into the bedroom.
Draco was glad he seemed to like them, even if there had been uncertainty at
first. Harry was too skittish to get along with any other pet, but perhaps
simply an animal would be able to bring him out of his shell. He showered
quickly and when he wandered into their bedroom it was to see Harry curled up
on the bed with the two kittens bouncing around him after his fingers and
batting at the little ball he'd gotten them. His kitten looked up when he
entered and smiled brightly at him.
“Can I name them?” He asked excitedly, surprising Draco. Harry didn't usually
string that many words together unless he was specifically asked a question. It
seemed he'd made a good choice.
“Of course. What would you like to name them, kitten?” He picked one up and
promptly got bit, claws sinking into his hand and making him wince and drop it
back onto the bed. Tiny devil cat.
Harry giggled at him and picked up the one he'd been bitten by. It purred for
Harry and curled in his hand happily. “This one is Fred.” He said decisively,
and then picked up the kitten that was playing with the ball. “And this is
George.”
Fred and George weren't exactly common names for animals, but Harry seemed so
happy that Draco just smiled and nodded, slipping a hand through his hair.
“Those are very nice names, Harry. You can set up their litter box in the
bathroom and their food in the kitchen, okay? I even got beds for them, and-”
“They can't sleep with us?” The question was so quiet that a less-attentive
person would have talked right over it, but Draco always heard Harry when he
spoke. Pausing mid-sentence and turning to look at his little pet, who held the
kittens close and nuzzled his face into their fur, the Malfoy really had to
wonder how he had never done this for Harry sooner.
“Well, I guess they can-” He was cut off by a happy trill and a surprise kiss,
smiling fondly as his pet went back to playing with the two orange menaces a
moment later.
It seemed he had made a good decision.
Cooking dinner while listening to Harry meow and trill and purr to his new
kittens like a mother cat made everything seem more lively, and Draco even
indulged his pet by giving the kittens their food at the same time that they
ate dinner, though he very firmly ruled out the orange fuzzballs eating on the
table. Especially after one climbed the leg of his silk pajama pants and tried
to steal chicken from his hand. Draco was 87% sure that was Fred.
Harry was far too amused by this and just laughed it off, unhooking tiny claws
from the blonde’s bare chest and setting the kitten back by its food dish.
When dinner was over and it was time for bed, Draco was relieved that the
little monsters had apparently been tired out, and sighed when they fell
quickly to sleep on a pillow. He cuddled Harry, even as the pressure of the boy
on top of him twinged the needle-like pricks from the kitten's claws. The
ravenette seemed happier than he usually did, and it made up for the extra
trouble their new companions would cause, especially when Harry didn't fall
asleep as quickly as usual and instead leaned up to kiss Draco happily.
“I love you, Dray.” He whispered when he pulled away, and the blonde man
chuckled. Harry didn't say it often, so he guessed he'd done well.
“I love you too, Harry.” He whispered back, stroking a hand down his kitten’s
back. He expected that to be all, and Harry surprised him by purring and
starting to kiss down his chest.
Coming to the small marks left by Fred, Harry paused and lapped at them
gently,whispering apologies over each one. It would be something strange in the
morning to see that they were no longer there, but for then Draco just brushed
a hand over Harry’s hair and ears, petting him gently, and thanking him just as
quietly for the apologies. As the dark head ventured lower, the atmosphere of
the room seemed to grow more stifling, the blonde’s breathing becoming pants
when a hot mouth closed over his cock.
His kitten was always careful when giving head, aware of how his needle-sharp
canines and rough tongue could hurt rather than help, and Draco groaned as he
was taken down Harry’s throat.
“Fuck, Harry!” He gasped as the ravenette swallowed around him, and he was
already leaking after so little foreplay. His pet knew what he liked, and
played on that, gently lapping at him and deep throating him in turns while his
orgasm built.
Then, Harry purred around Draco’s cock and it nearly did him in immediately,
the blonde swearing colorfully and quickly jerking the kitten’s head up to
avoid coming down his throat right then. Unfortunately, he wasn't quick enough
to avoid his climax altogether, and Harry gasped as Draco’s cum splashed onto
his face. His eyes widened and it was even more arousing to see the boy’s
surprised face covered in his seed.
Even so, seeing the surprise turn into something like anxiety brought the
Malfoy back down to earth much more quickly than was usual after an orgasm.
Shit. Fuck. Harry was wet, which he hated, and Draco…. Harry wasn't upset,
though. His face had flashed with disgust and anxiety, but he just looked
concerned as he slid a finger through the cum on his face and frowned at it
before bringing it to his lips.
“I have to shower?” He eventually muttered, scowling at another cum-sticky
finger before he licked that off as well. Watching him clean himself like this
wasn't something Draco would have thought to find sexy, but there was no sound
coming from him as his mouth dropped open to speak. As Harry repeated this
motion, he made eye contact with his owner and this time pulled the finger into
his mouth to lick more off in a lewd gesture. If he were a younger man, Draco
had no doubts he would be completely erect again from watching this.
Draco found his voice. “Sh-shower, yeah… but I already took one, so it will be
faster, kitten, I promise.” He got out, clearing his throat and sitting up to
pet a hand through black hair, even though it smeared some of the cum onto his
hand.
Harry sighed and rumbled quietly in annoyance at the thought, but bumped his
head up against the blonde’s hand. “Okay… you too, though?” He pleaded with his
eyes as he gently took Draco’s hand from his hair and started to lick it clean.
His manipulation worked, of course.
The blonde man nodded and let Harry finish with his hand before curling around
his kitten’s and using it to pull him gently off the bed and into the bathroom.
He frowned when he noticed the soft, black collar was stained, but still just
removed it and sat it aside to be cleaned later. Harry was already naked, but
Draco took a moment more to remove his sleep pants before he started the shower
up, giving it the small amount of time necessary for temperature change before
he lead them in.
Their shower routine went by more quickly when it was just one of them
showering, but it wasn't often that Harry showered when Draco didn't. This gave
him the opportunity to use the extra time on teasing Harry while his necessary
recovery period passed.
And Harry was very easy to tease.
He still shampooed his hair and conditioned it as normal, but Draco spent much
more time than was necessary on body wash. He let his hands slide everywhere,
and not even his dislike of the shower could keep Harry from getting aroused
when the Malfoy had two fingers inside him, then three, and his legs wobbled as
he blushed and whined.
There was no waiting when Draco looked up into eyes glazed with lust while
Harry blushed and bit his lip as he struggled just to stay standing. The shower
was turned off as soon as the soap had run off Harry, and Draco scooped him up
without drying either of them, carrying him to the bed and laying him on his
back while he grabbed the lube. The blanket was wet within seconds, but that
didn't matter when a flushed and aroused Harry was whimpering for Draco to fuck
him. What mattered was the lube he was smearing on his dick and the way those
green eyes and pouty lips begged for kisses that the blonde gave willingly and
the soft sigh Harry let out when his owner sank into him slowly.
Draco took his time once they started, and spent several moments just staying
still as he kissed his kitten and trailed nips and kisses down his neck. The
place where Harry’s collar usually lay was rather unexplored territory for
Draco, who took the time to explore it between slow, purposeful thrusts. He
sucked a mark into the skin where it was even paler than the rest of Harry, and
the soft moan that got had him picking up the pace just a bit. With Harry’s
legs over his shoulders, he pushed him a bit further up to get a better angle
and start rubbing over his pet’s prostate. Soft, breathy whines and moans
spurred him faster, and his thrusts got harder, targeting the spot that made
the kitten moan loudest, and when Harry came with a keen, Draco snapped two
more thrusts into him before he followed into orgasm, panting and sweating
slightly despite their recent shower.
It was in times like these that Draco was glad for magic, fumbling for his wand
when he had caught his breath and casting a drying spell on the bed. Harry’s
skin was too sensitive for the rough treatment, but his blanket and sheets
could take it, so that just left the new mess of their cum to be cleaned up and
for Harry to be dried. It was a minute of heavy breathing and relaxing before
he could make himself get up to get Harry's towel, but he wasn't particularly
surprised when he wandered from the room and came back to find the kitten fast
asleep, in the same place he'd left him.
Draco didn't wake Harry as he dried him gently and moved him further up the
bed, but he did meet sleepy green eyes when he himself got into bed. Lips
pouted, requesting a kiss, and it was given, before both men were sleeping
soundly, curled together.
And if they were woken early the next day by Harry’s new playmates walking on
their faces, well… at least Draco wasn't leaving his kitten home alone anymore.
That was worth it. He just had to keep telling himself that.
Chapter End Notes
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