Author's Note: Hello! It's been 10 years since I have posted anything, please forgive me! It was 2007 when I posted my last stories, and I was a University senior. At the time, I had a story I wanted to write a sequel to and ideas for scenes and one-shots I was going to combine into a series of "stories" each called Writer's Notebook, each grouped for their book or manga.

I have written for as long as I remember, and for the first I will be attempting to participate in NanoWriMo this year. I will using these chapters to warm-up. I hope you enjoy them!

Disclaimer: Do I really need to add this? We know I'm not J.K. Rowling.

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The sun spilled through the curtains, illuminating the two figures sleeping in the bed; the door creaking as it was pushed open gently. Soft steps fell unheard by the occupants sleeping soundly.

The quilt dipped slightly as the intruder landed softly on the bed, waiting for the people to recognize his presence. When he didn't get the attention he wanted, he stealthily made his way between the bodies and waited patiently once more. He was ignored once more. He poked gently at the man hoping that it would wake him up. The man slept on.

He moved to where he could crawl under the bedding. He knew how to wake him up.

The man's hand swatted at him trying to get the cat to leave him alone. It wouldn't deter him.

"Geroff me," the male voice grumbled.

He went for his last resort.

Ron Weasley woke to a burning like the fires of hell, and the feel of long, sharp talons in his thigh, just above his knee.

"You nasty little…" Ron yelled, sitting straight up on the bed. His left hand flung the bedding away from his body as his right grabbed for the orange cat that was curiously tilting his head up at Ron's reaction.

"Ron," Hermione groaned.

"Your stupid cat, 'Mione," Ron started.

"He just wants attention."

"Does he have to get it by digging his claws into my thigh?"

"Come here, Crookshanks. Daddy doesn't mean any of it, he loves you just as much as I do," Hermione answered, reaching for the orange cat. Crookshanks went to her, padding over Ron's legs and curled up in her arms.

Ron settled back down under the covers. "The only claws I want in my skin are yours. Keep the cat away from me."