The castle had long since fallen silent, except for Draco.

His dormitory door was always left slightly ajar at night — not enough to be obvious, but just enough for you. It was an unspoken invitation. And you accepted it every time.

You padded across the threshold in your feline form and slipped into the familiar green-tinged room. His bed was immaculate, except for the soft indentation in the mattress where you curled up.

You hadn’t expected him back so soon.

The door clicked shut behind him, and he began to unbutton his shirt. But then he spotted you on the edge of the bed. Your tail was neatly wrapped around your paws, and your eyes were wide and unfazed.

“Ah,” Draco said. “There’s my little kitten.”

His fingers didn’t pause as he undid the last few buttons of his crisp white shirt.

“You really do like this bed, don’t you?” he murmured, letting the shirt slide off his shoulders and fall to the floor. “I’ve never undressed so often for someone who won’t even speak.”

He walked a little closer. “We all know it’s you, you know,” he said easily, as if it had been obvious from the start. “You’re not exactly subtle.”

You blinked slowly, refusing to flinch.

“But don’t worry,” he whispered. “I like the idea of you watching. It’s… flattering.”

His eyes lingered on you for a moment longer, his head tilted slightly as if he were trying to read something in your stillness that you hadn't meant to show.

Then, without another word, he stood up, turned away, and walked towards his wardrobe. He pulled on a pair of soft black trousers and nothing else, then stretched out on the bed beside you, his arms behind his head, gazing at the ceiling.

After a minute, he spoke again, more softly this time. “You’ll shift back when you’re ready. And... you make this room feel less empty.”