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‘Go away.’

The words, hissed, did nothing to move the big, ginger cat with a squashed face from the Slytherin breakfast table. Draco gave him a gentle push, but the cat just pressed his head affectionately against Draco’s palm.

Theo watched with a puzzled frown.

‘Isn’t that Granger’s familiar?’

Draco couldn’t help following Theo’s gaze to the Gryffindor table. There she was, her curls wild, her cheeks flushed, looking down at her plate. Potter and the Weasel were watching Draco and Crookshanks with wide, disbelieving eyes.

Theo turned back to Draco with a knowing grin as Crookshanks started to purr.