Mighty Raven

Draco: You know I love you, right?

Harry stares at him dumbfounded.

Harry: What? What kind of question is that?

Draco: You do know it, right?

Harry laughs.

Harry: Of course I know it, you idiot! If you didn't love me, you wouldn't be here with me, living in a small flat without a house elf to do your basic house chores, or putting up with my foul mood in the mornings.

Draco: I suppose words are not always required to show affection.

Harry kisses him

Harry: Moments like this only make me love you more. I have my own moody and cuddly dragon now that I think about it. Charlie Weasley would be proud of me.

Draco sighs

Draco: What gave you the impression I wanted a pet, Potter?

Harry: Well, it kind of looks like you, doesn't it?

Draco examines it and sees that the cat's fur is pale blonde. He or she also seems to be looking at the world with disdain.

Harry holds the cat closer to him. The animal scratches Harry and runs away from them, hiding somewhere in their flat.

Draco: Well, that went well...

Harry: Don't be a prat. As I was saying, he also acts like you. If you get too close, it hisses at you, and if you ignore it, he it sits on your lap and demands attention.

Draco: Should I take that as a compliment?

Harry: I still love you, though... Please, don't make me sleep on the couch tonight.

Draco suppresses a smile.