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Harry Potter was NOT a morning person - AT ALL. It took hours and a whole lot of caffeine before he could be found in a somewhat agreeable state. His husband, on the other hand, long ago learned to drown out the continued “mornings are evil” grumblings and simply sing along with the birds as he skipped through his morning routine, preparing for the day.
This day, however, Draco had been up for ages and was getting quite impatient with the man who seemed to be determined to sleep away their day off. He not only felt impatient, but mischievous. The two feelings mixing inside him never fared well for Harry.
Draco shifted into his Animagus form. He always did his best thinking that way. Transformed and sitting proudly on the highest ledge in their bedroom, the twitch of something under the bed covers caught his eye. Oh, sweet temptation! Deep down, he knew it was only Harry’s foot under the covers, but his kneazle instincts didn’t listen to reason. The movement lit in him a curiosity and an innate need to capture; he couldn’t resist.
Crouching down on all fours, Draco stalked the spot the twitch had last been seen. Surely it would happen again, but would it move to a new location? Unable to be certain, he was in stealth mode and on high alert. Tail rigidly flicking back and forth, he waited patiently until it returned.
There! Leaning onto his front paws, he lifted his haunches, still not taking his eyes from the spot for even a second. He just waited in anticipation, ready to pounce.
The instant it twitched a third time, he leapt from his perch, landing directly on top of the hidden movement, and wrapped his padded paws around the small lump. This must have caused the movement to activate, as the lump began to move quickly, jerking from side to side, before trying to pull away. Draco pushed down with all of his weight while holding on tightly, wrestling the lump. When the lump continued to move, he hooked his paws around it and stretched out his claws in an effort to keep his grip.
“Ow! Bloody hell!”
Draco startled for only a second at the sudden noise in the room, remaining focused on his mission: capture the lump. Not letting go, his claws dug in all the deeper.
“What the heck?”
The lump began fighting back. In one hard kick, it flung Draco off the bed and across the room. Landing on his back with an ear piercing “MEOW!”, he took a moment to regain his bearings. Oh, it was on now!
Draco launched back up onto the bed and recaptured his prize in one smooth movement, wrestling it with everything he had.
“Damn it, DRACO!”
And that, a scolding from the soul he loved more than anything in the world, broke his hyper focus. Wide eyed, he looked up at the source of the yell, making eye contact, before resuming the same proud stance from earlier and, haughtily throwing his head to the side, he pranced away.
“Shite. I’m sorry! Dray, come back, baby!”
Draco didn’t turn, but simply continued to stride out of the bedroom. Harry didn’t want to play? No problem. He knew when he wasn’t wanted. He also knew of a basket of freshly dried laundry, still warm and just begging to be curled into. As it turned out, going back to sleep didn’t sound so bad, after all.