Prompt: A puppy/kitten follows Person A home, and person A can't bear to part with it. Person A brings the animal inside and then tries to hide it from Person B

Draco was freezing. The sky was shitting buckets and Draco really would rather be cuddling with his boyfriend than running through the London rain without his umbrella and around Muggles.

He continued his frantic dodging of raindrops, the little globs of water making a lovely 'Platt-plat-platt-plat' against the concrete sidewalk. A small little 'click-clic-click' interrupted the uniformity fo the rain sound.

Draco turned to see where this tinny little sound was coming from. There was no person in high heels following him. He turned again and kept walking, suddenly feeling like he was being paranoid. The clicking happened again, 'click-clik-click-clik'. Draco wanted to punch something, that sound was really annoying.

He turned again and this time he looked down, the sound was small, so it makes sense that the perpetrator would be small too.

Fuck.

It was a kitten. Small and grey, with little white speckles all over, and big yellow eyes. Draco couldn't help but immediately hate it. The animal was waterlogged, miserable-looking and all Draco could think was, 'Dear God, I hate it.'

Draco attempted to speed up, leave the thing behind, but it was persistent. The kitten followed like it was its singular purpose to follow Draco everywhere. The blond sighed, he might as well bring the thing home, it was going to weigh him down if it kept tripping and falling into puddles.

The blond man picked up the little creature and put it in the inner pocket of his coat, soaking his whole shirt. He made sure the little thing was comfortable and not getting squished by the weight of the jacket before Draco hurried home.

Harry was not going to be home for another hour-and-a-half, so Draco took the little thing and bundled it in towels. He inspected the kitten and found it was a boy, he decided to call the little fella Belladonna or Don for short.

Don loved to run all around and especially loved getting into small high places that were impossible for him to get off of. The top of the fridge was a perfect perch, Don decided, and so he would live there.

The only thing Don liked more than high, small places was Draco being that high small place. Don loved to curl up in Draco's arms and be squished to oblivion, like the cutie-patootie he is.

Draco was thinking about Harry's response to little Don. The blond thought the conversation would go something like this.

Harry- is that a cat?

Draco- no its a kitten.

Harry- you don't need to be so literal.

Draco- I'm sorry.

Harry- we're breaking up.

Draco needed to reexamine his mental state if all he could think of was that his boyfriend would break up with him over a kitten. Especially since Harry likes animals and gave no reason for Draco to think they would be breaking up. Don sensed Draco's uncertainty and nervousness, the little boy snuggled deeper into Draco's sweater.

The door creaked open and Draco panicked and pushed Don deeper into his sweater, the kitten letting out a little 'mew?'

"Baby? I'm home," Harry called, Draco could see him through the mirror on the corner. Harry took off his coat, "Its raining cats and dogs out there, hon."

He knew.

God, he knew.

Harry was gonna break up with him and leave him out on the streets to go grovel in front of his Father for a place to sleep. "What?" Draco grunted, feeling like one-word responses were the best way to reveal as little about his actual emotions as possible.

"Raining? Cats and dogs?" Harry took off his shoes as he spoke, "Like the expression? Is that just a Muggle thing?"

"No, I've heard of it," Draco replied, completely ready to give up that whole one-word response thing, mostly because he needed more words to tell Harry he understood. Harry always got so crushed when Draco didn't know exactly what a 'Pillow-animal' was, or how a 'To-ma-got-chee' worked.

Don got fussy and attempted to break out of his woollen prison. He mewed so loud Draco was afraid Harry would hear.

"What's that?"

"What's what?"

Belladonna mewled again, squirming like it was his job to bust out of the sweater.

"That! What's that?" Harry pointed to the sound, which was coming from Draco's sweater, which was where Don was hiding. Don did not want to be hiding. Don wanted to run around, test his little leggies out.

"Nothing, that's nothing. There is nothing there." Draco reaffirmed. The little bundle of sweater and Don in his arms squirmed around and around, attempting to free himself.

Harry walked over to stand right in front of his boyfriend, "What is that?" He pointed at the bundle.

"Not anything important." Draco hedged. Belladonna had no reason to stay put so he didn't and wriggled all over the place. Falling right out of the sweater burrito he was previously entangled in and plopping on the ground with such an affronted expression. He mewed while glaring at Draco as if saying, 'How dare you confine me to such an uncomfortable sweater prison, I will now endeavour to kill you.'

Harry gave Draco a little look, "Not anything important?"

"I mean he's not that important," Draco admitted.

Harry knelt and scooped up Belladonna, "Um excuse me? Have you seen this baby? Their so very important."

"His name is Belladonna." Draco acquiesced, unable to let Harry keep calling them 'baby' or 'sweetie'.

Those were Draco's.

He had practically copyrighted them.

Don is really fucking evil.

"Belladonna? Can we call him Don?" Harry ran on the same wavelength as Draco, which was kind of cute.

Draco nodded, "Yeah, we can call him Don."

"Ok, does he have a person?"

"Noooo?"

"Good, he's ours now."

God, Draco was so in love. 

I know this is short, but people really liked my first Drarry fic and so I thought you guys would like another. This time with the addition of our darling Belladonna, who eats people's affection (jk, he's just cute)

So anyways I really hope you guys like it!

Sammi