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Draco shifted on the now uncomfortable rock. What he swore would only be a moment’s rest for the cat on his lap, had stretched into nearly a quarter hour. He’d tried to rouse the animal, but every attempt at it had the ginger feline digging his claws into the tops of his thighs in protest.
Draco spies the cat making its way into a crack in the wall. He grimaces. Then wonders why in Merlin’s name he should...
Once he is back in the castle, the cat runs up the stairs and hides in a crack on the wall, that small tunnel leads him...