A/N: Hey guys hope this makes up for chapter 3 being so short. Enjoy! and remember as always reviews are always appreciated =) it helps me write the chapters faster.
Krista slowly began to wake up only to be greeted with a mind splitting headache and for some reason she felt…different. It wasn't the welcoming and pleasant warmth that she felt throughout her body or the comfort of the plush pillow beneath her, but something just felt weird, out of place even. Opening her eyes she found her sight to be a bit blurry but she could still somewhat make out the larger details of the room that she found herself in. Grey stonewalls were decorated with green and silver tapestry, and the windows were slightly concealed behind black drapes. Krista's eyes were now beginning to focus more and she could now see the bit of sunlight that made its way through the window, the few candles that were placed around the room and she now noticed the large poster bed off to her right covered in the colours of the House she despised. She was in Slytherin territory.
'But how? Who? What? When? Why?' she thought her mind going into overdrive as she quickly replayed the day's events in her mind. She remembered storming out of the Great Hall knowing that she wanted to go somewhere where she could be by herself. She remembered sitting on a hillside watching Farance soar in the sky, but everything after that got fuzzy. Krista raised a hand to rub her aching head only to stop suddenly. When did her hair become short? She brought her hand in front of her. And when did her hand suddenly became a paw? The realization immediately brought her out of her drowsiness as she went into panic mode. Taking her now small-clawed paws she felt around her face that was now covered in short hair as well as the rest of her body that was long and slender with an equally long, sleek tail attached to it. She felt the small soft ears that were on top of her head and every twitching whisker that prodded from the tip of her short face. Krista now began paying closer attention to her surroundings seeing she had been placed on a deep green pillow on a side desk to the bed nearest to her. The glow of a shiny silver urn caught her attention and she scurried over the smoothed polished black wood towards it. The urn had been polished so well that she had a clear view of her new form. A pair of amber eyes blinked back at her. She was a cat! Well, to more exact she looked more like a kitten. Twisting her head left to right to get the full picture Krista could easily see that her new found fur was a silver grey with patches of white covering her mouth, chest and the footing of her paws.
Krista was so absorbed inspecting her new feline features that she failed to hear the sound of someone entering the room.
"Finally up, I see."
The oh so familiar voice caused Krista to freeze her movements, 'No, nonononononononononono, oh please, no,' she begged as she slowly turned her head around to see who entered the room.
"I was starting to think that you were dead there for a minute."
To Krista's horror she discovered that she was now not only in Slytherin territory, but also in the very room that belonged to the one and only Draco Malfoy.
'Oh, why for the love of Merlin, why?' Krista repeated for the tenth time in her head as she stuffed her face into the pillow and with her new found paws started pulling at her fur. Out of all the people that went to Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy had to be the one person to find her in this condition. 'Whenever I find the one who did this to me I'm going to kill them… slowly,' she though darkly as she started making a mental list of the most painful punishments she could think of. She would have to consult Becca about it as sometimes it was scary what her friend could think up.
"What on earth are you doing?" she heard him wonder out loud. She perked her head up to see that Malfoy was now seated on his bed trying to figure out what the strange little furball's antics where about.
Krista glared darkly at the Slytherin who was the cause of what was now the worst day of her life. If he didn't act like the pompous git that he was then she would have never left the company of her friends; she wouldn't have wandered off around the castle grounds and she would, therefore, not be a cat! It was hard to flip him off when she only had four fingers. With this tragic disappointment Krista let her head fall back into the pillow with a plop.
"You're a strange little thing, aren't you?"
'Really? I wonder why, maybe it's because I'm a human!' she squeaked at him.
"Yep, you're a strange one, alright," he sighed. "Now just what am I going to do with you?"
'Do with me? What I have to do is to get out of here. I have to find Becca or Luna and somehow get them to change me back,' she thought. In a panic she sprung from the pillow and frantically dashed around the room before locating the door in the dark room only to begin pawing frantically at it with urgency.
"Guess you're not an indoor cat," he observed.
'I'm not even a real cat! Jackass!' Krista screamed at him in her head. After all, she was nowhere close to forgiving him after that incident in the Great Hall. The pain of her humiliation still lingered.
"Well, tough luck. You're just going have to stay here till I get back from classes. I'll figure out something to do with you then. Maybe Pansy could use a new cat, hell the current one she has looks more like a pudgy pig, if you ask me," he commented while getting his school books together.
Krista just glared daggers at him, 'Give me to that pug faced of a dog Parkinson and I'll scratch your pretty little eyes out.'
Giving his Slytherin house tie a final tug Malfoy made his way to the door, but before opening it he plucked Krista off the floor as she started hissing and spitting at being manhandled in such a way. Just before the Slytherin prince placed the squirming cat back on the pillow Krista gave him a sharp nip on his forefinger with her tiny undeveloped cat teeth.
"Shit!," Draco swore before dropping Krista with a plop onto the pillow withdrawing his hands from her and cradling his bitten finger to his chest. From her spot Krista saw that even though she had the small fangs of a kitten that she bit hard enough to draw a bit of blood from him.
"Stupid bloody cat," he sneered at her as he wiped the blood onto his robes, "you better not have rabies."
'If I had rabies I would be foaming at the mouth, stupid,' she commented matter-so-factly in her head.
"And this is the thanks I get from saving you from the bitter cold," he mumbled before turning away. Malfoy had no idea what caused him to bring in the abandoned unconscious kitten he found outside in the cold. He just hoped that the little bugger didn't make him completely regret his decision.
'He what?' there was no way she could've heard that right. No, Draco Malfoy didn't save helpless kittens-not with his reputation. But then again all she did remember from before was being outside.
'Could it be he…?' Krista's thought was cut off by the sound of the doorknob turning. Snapping back to reality she pounced making a beeline to freedom until Malfoy blocked her path.
"Hey, what did I just tell you? You're staying put. So sit there, be quiet and I'll deal with you when I get back. Why am I talking to a bloody cat?" he asked exasperated before slipping out the door and shutting it with a firm click.
With her only hope of escape closed before her very eyes, Krista dragged herself back to the four-poster bed and scaled her way back up to the emerald cushion settling herself in its comfort. Depressed in her predicament Krista sighed tiredly as her mind revisited the recent events that had occurred in the past twenty-four hours and it was hell reliving it in her head. And now her anger towards Malfoy was challenged with the thought of him possibly finding her and saving her from not only the elements outside, but also from whatever creatures roamed the castle grounds at night. Krista shivered just thinking about what creature would have possibly enjoyed a nice little kitten for a midnight snack. Her tiny body was now overcome with exhaustion as Krista slowly let her eyes close hoping that when she woke up this all will have been just a really bad nightmare.
A/N: For those of you that might be wondering about the Slytherin dorms in my head I see that they all have individual rooms cause no matter how hard I try I just can't picture Slytherins sharing of all things. The concept of sharing is simply foreign to them at least in my mind it is. Seriously can you imagine a Slytherin sharing of all things?