'By the time Draco dressed and picked up the animal from the bed, the poor kitten was cross-eyed, looking as though it was about to faint.'

Dear God, that phrase simply killed me. I laughed that hard at the mental image. I think I damaged my throat for good with that...

Of course, that was before Draco bumped into Harry along the way. After that I nearly fainted from lack of oxygen to my brain because of the laughing.

*dies from laughing too hard*

*ghost appears* I'll have my family send you the bill for the funeral, you know... And now you need to feel lucky! Because as a ghost, I can haunt you for the rest of your life until you provide my dead self with lots of fics.