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Authors: Elizabeth and Katie, or Katie and Elizabeth. It's a free country
"Forbidden love after hours in dark, deserted classrooms"
It was dark, and Ginny shivered. The pale moon cast shadows and a slight breeze ruffled the hanging of her bed. She sighed. I suppose they'll be no sleeping tonight…Again. She hadn't told anyone this, even Hermione, but she hadn't been able to sleep for a few days. She didn't know why. Well, in the back of her mind she did know, but that sort of thinking was best left where it was. Sighing again she got up and threw on a Gryffindor sweatshirt over her pajama bottoms and tossed her fiery hair into a loose ponytail.
She tromped downstairs, making sure to make as little noise as possible. She wouldn't be reprimanded, of course, because she had some connections with the Head Boy and Girl. Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley. She almost crashed into a chair as a dark brown cat with black markings darted out from underneath it.
"Hey little buddy!" she crooned, picking up the cat and petting it. "You're a pretty darling, aren't you?"
<Yes, I am, aren't I?> the cat responded.
"WHOA!" screamed Ginny, dropping the cat, not out of shock, for she had always felt cats were the most intelligent creatures alive, but because she had a horrible notion that she may have been petting Professor McGonagall.
The Cat landed on it's hind feet, of course, and looked quite agitated. It swished its tail angrily and said <Well, that wasn't very polite, young lady>
Ginny calmed, realizing that the cat had a distinctly male voice.
"I'm very sorry, cat, I just thought you were someone else…" Said Ginny.
<Well, as you can clearly tell, I am me. And don't call me cat. My name is Felonrod> said the cat, drawing himself up, clearly very proud of his name.
"Hello Felonrod, nice to meet you, my name is Ginerva Weasley, but you can call me Ginny." She said politely, "I was just going for a walk, would you like to come along?"
Felonrod looked amused, then said <Why not, there are no more mice to be found in this whole common room.> They started to walk. <Weasley, you said? It just so happens I know your brother quite well. Set him up with a lovely lass not too long ago>
"That was you??" Ginny said, astounded. She had heard her brother speak of a talking cat, but thought he had overdosed on a Babbling Brew.
<Indeed> said Felonrod. <By the by, where are we?> he asked.
Ginny glanced around, not having taken in her surroundings. They were standing in front of the Slytherin Common Room. "Er..." she stammered, "I don't have any idea how we got here" she said.
<Oh, don't you?> asked Felonrod <I would have thought it obvious. Or are you still in denial?>
"Denial is a river in Egypt, and no I am not." She snapped, starting to turn around and walk, quickly, back to her own Common Room.
She had just passed a rather ugly statue of a mythical Amecurt, when she heard a door open behind her.
She turned very slowly and saw the very last person she wanted to see, but the very person she wanted to see the most.
"Weasley?" she heard a condescending, yet strangely comforting, voice call out to her. "What in the name of Slytherin are you doing in my common room."
Draco Malfoy was a tall, lean young man. His hair was as golden as a summer field, and his eyes as blue as the deepest ocean. He stood in the dark shadows of the doorway, one hand still on the doorknob, which he had forgotten to remove because of his utter shock at seeing a Gryffindor in, as he had so bluntly put it, "his" common room.
"Well… I honestly… I mean, I don't…" Ginny stuttered. Then she gave a very un-womanly snort. "Why should I tell you, Malfoy?" Could I have come up with a lamer response? she thought to herself.
Draco chortled softly, and took a step forward, the pale light from a nearby candle casting a pale light across his face. "You do know, Weasley, that Snape is right down the hallway?" He took a step closer, exposing his well-toned body dressed in dark green, plaid sweatpants and a Slytherin sweatshirt. "I suggest that you tell me what it is exactly that you are up to if you expect to stay out of detention."
Ginny lifted an eyebrow. "You expect to threaten me? I'm touched. But what might you be doing out of bed, Malfoy?"
Draco glared. "I couldn't sleep, you stupid little girl. Is that a crime now? At least I'm not sneaking into other peoples' common rooms." He took another step closer. "Now for the last time, Weasley, what are you doing in my common room?"
Ginny scowled. "Well, if you must know, I couldn't sleep either. I was just going to take a walk around the school when I found this cat-" she turned to point to Felonrod, who had only moments ago located himself to her left, only to realize that he had disappeared. "Where did he go?" she asked out loud, baffled. "I just found this cat in the Gryffindor common room, and he said he'd take a walk with me, and next thing I knew-."
She was cut off by the sound of Malfoy clicking his tongue. "Well, well… not only do we have a Muggle sympathizer who sneaks into the common rooms of other houses, but we have someone who speaks to cats. What do you like to call yourself, Weasley? A feline-mouth? You speak feline-tongue?" He chuckled to himself.
"Come off it, Malfoy. I'm telling the truth. There was this cat, who took a walk with me. And the next thing I knew, I was in your stupid old common room. Don't think I came here on purpose, you ignorant dolt. Why in Godric's name would I come to this cold, damp place? If you are so egotistical and self-centered not to see that I-"
Again she was cut off by Malfoy taking the final step towards her. He was close enough to touch. She felt his warm breath on her forehead, and she looked up into his mischievous sapphire eyes.
"I don't really need an explanation so badly, Weasley, that I expect you to make up one as unbelievable as that. I was just curious why, of all the places to go after school hours, you come to the Slytherin common room." His voice was suddenly soft, and filled with care and concern. Ginny didn't think that she had ever heard Malfoy utter a word in that voice before, but she was strangely pleased to hear it.
Even so, she was uncomfortable being so incredibly close to her foe. She took a step back, and stared at him intently with her chestnut-brown eyes. "Oh, I do appreciate your curiosity, Malfoy. And, as much as I have enjoyed our lovely chat, I must be heading back to my common room. After all, it's getting quite late and I should get some sort of sleep. Goodnight," she said curtly. And with that, she turned on her heel, and walked away. She opened the door and stepped out into the damp air of the dungeons. As she went to close the door behind her, she could've sworn she heard someone whisper behind her, "Goodnight, Ginny."
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