Fleur was curled up on the couch, sipping wine, when a massive snow leopard flopped down right onto her lap.
She smiled, running her fingers through his soft fur. "Ahhh, there you are, mon Paws."
The big cat purred, nestling his head into her stomach.
Then—betrayal struck.
Gabrielle walked into the room.
"OHHH!" she gasped. "Paws!"
Harry lifted his head.
Fleur froze. "‘Arry, don’t you dare—"
Too late.
The traitor trotted right over to Gabrielle, flopping dramatically at her feet.
"Paws!" Gabrielle cooed, scratching his ears. "Such a sweet boy!"
Fleur glared. "I hope you choke on a hairball, Potter."
Harry purred even louder.