A/N: Well, here's the next chapter. A
little different. I don't know if you'll
like it. I might have gone a bit over
the edge. Tell me what you think.
This chapter is dedicated to: Nightfall – Thank you so much for all your wonderful reviews. Yes, it was a typo about the H/Hr. I
corrected it in chapter 2. And yes, I
AM CANADIAN!!!!!!!!!!!!
Moonlight Shining
By
Amanda H
Amy sat on the window ledge of the
owlry gazing out at the crisp morning sun. It glowed a pale orange colour above the horizon. Owls fluttered in and settled themselves
behind her. She lovingly stroked
Tancy's (her tawny owl) feathers. She
cooed softly and nestled into Amy's lap. Amy sighed.
"Could life be any more perfect?" She asked
herself, once again gazing at the breathtaking world.
"Only if Harry were sitting
here beside me." She thought, immediately chastising herself.
"It's not going to
happen. Give up already!" She ordered, but
her orders were in vain since she continued to sit on the windowsill and
fantasize. She glanced out at the
rising sun again, only it wasn't rising anymore. It had risen and now gleamed brightly above the trees.
"Good thing I already
ate." She thought, standing and setting Tancy back on her perch. She picked up her bag and walked out of the
owlry, heading for Care of Magical Creatures. She walked along, quite preoccupied in her thoughts, until something hit
her leg. She turned her head to see
Malfoy walking along beside her.
"Malfoy?" She asked puzzled.
"And a good morning to you too Miss
Quizzlequon." He smirked.
"Shouldn't you be off torturing more
unfortunate souls?" She asked
skeptically.
"I could." He answered lightly, shrugging his shoulders.
"Then why don't you?"
"I enjoy the pleasure of you company
of course Miss Quizzlequon."
"Alright Mister Malfoy." She replied mockingly as he opened the front
door for her. She stepped outside and
felt the cool breeze nip her nose. She
smiled in spite of herself.
"Enjoying the pleasure of my
company?" Malfoy asked slyly.
"No." She answered and continued walking.
"Fine with me. You're not exactly the best
conversationalist yourself." The two
walked in silence until they were almost at Hagrid's hut.
"Well, Miss Quizzlequon, enjoy
another class of staring at Potter." He
mocked. She glared at him. "Temper, temper." He scolded. She shook her
head and ran the rest of the way over to her friends.
"Did you just arrive with
Malfoy?" Harry asked amazed. Amy blushed.
"Yeah, I guess." She answered. Hermione looked at her quizzically while Ron looked apologetic
and at the same time ready to kill someone. Amy shrugged.
"What are we studying today?" She asked, changing the subject.
Amy sat studying in the library on
Thursday afternoon. Hermione had class
and Ron and Harry were off somewhere. Amy felt her time was better spent studying for the History of Magic
test the next day. She sat quietly with
her head bent over a book.
"Good afternoon Miss
Quizzlequon!" A voice called loudly
right behind her ear. She jumped
noticeably and stood up.
"Malfoy!" She screeched. Several
people turned to look at them. She
shoved him. "Go away!" Eyes stayed glued to the two.
"Now, now Miss Quizzlequon, manners,
manners, aren't you going to offer me a seat?" He asked expectantly, still quiet loudly. He leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Harry Potter." She gulped.
"Sure, I mean of course, Malfoy,
sit." She motioned awkwardly to the
chair beside her. He nodded in
agreement and sat down. Most people
returned to their work.
"You don't have to humiliate me you
know." She hissed quietly, trying to
appear engrossed in her book.
"But of course I do!" He smirked. "Have you got a quill and parchment?"
"Yes." She sighed angrily, pulling them out of her bag and handing them
to him.
"Thank you. One should always be pleasant." He said sarcastically. Amy
rolled her eyes. The two worked in
silence for several minutes. Amy grew
exceedingly uncomfortable as Malfoy scribbled on his parchment. Finally she stood up and packed her supplies
into her bag.
"Where are you going?" He asked, surprisingly kindly.
"Back to my dorm. Bye." She answered and turned to leave.
"Bye." He replied and turned back to his work. She walked to the door, unaware of his eyes following her
retreating figure with a smile.
Amy sat in Charms class gazing out
the window. She sighed to herself. Hermione cast a disapproving look at her
over her shoulder, but Amy paid it no attention. She was too captivated by the crisp outdoors. It was now late December and the Christmas
holidays were approaching quickly. Amy
sighed again as a pink Fwooper flew by out side and into the Forbidden
Forest.
"And that will be all for today
class. You are dismissed." Professor Flitwick concluded, stepping off
his stool and exciting through the teachers door at the front of the
class. Hermione and the other students
began to gather their books and leave. Amy didn't notice until Hermione prodded her hard in the side with her
wand.
"OW!" She exclaimed, realizing it was the end of class and hurrying to
gather her parchment. "What was that
for?"
"I wanted to see if you were
dead." Hermione replied, "But I don't
think dead people sigh as much as you." She laughed, hoisting her bag over her shoulder.
"Alright, alright! Can't a girl do a little
daydreaming?" She sighed
sarcastically.
"Nope! Come on! We'll be late
for Herbology. Harry and Ron have
already left." Hermione said, shifting
her weight from side to side. Her book
bag bulged threateningly. Amy nodded
and picked up her notebook. It slipped
from her moist hands and fell to the ground, scattering papers everywhere.
"Oh! Confound everything!" She
scowled, bending down the pick up her parchment. Hermione groaned impatiently. Amy glanced up.
"Go on Hermione. I'll run to catch up." Hermione nodded and hurried from the
room. Students for the next class had
already begun to enter the room. Amy
grasped the last of her parchment in her hands and stuffed it into her
bag. She lifted it up over her shoulder
and rushed from the room. She flew down
the hallways on her way outside. Someone began running beside her. She turned her head to see Malfoy jogging along beside her.
"My, you keep up a starling
pace!" He smirked, but continued with
her.
"Shut up Malfoy, I don't have time
for you today!" She snapped and picked
up her pace.
"Bad day?" He mocked.
"Wouldn't you like to know." She retorted.
"Not really." He replied coolly. "Harry making you upset?" He drawled, sneering evilly. Amy
glared at him. "Touchy subject eh? That's alright." Amy stooped suddenly and whirled around to face him.
"Malfoy, I really don't have the time
or the patience to put up with you today so please just leave me
alone." She yelled, turning back around
and walking quickly away. He merely
sneered and caught up to her.
"You sure there's nothing I could do
to make you feel better?" He asked,
mysteriously. She shook her head
adamantly. "I'm sure I could find
something. . ." His sentence trailed
off as he put a hand on her shoulder and spun her around, catching her lips in
his.
She let out a muffled squeal, her
eyes wide in shock. He wrapped his arms
around her back to keep her from backing away. Instead he pulled her closer, and licked the inside of her lips with his
tongue. She closed her eyes as he
pressed through her closed lips and into her mouth. His tongue wrapped around hers and she found herself returning
the kiss. He held her a second longer
and ran his tongue along the roof of her mouth. Then he broke away.
"You have class Miss
Quizzlequon." He replied calmly and
turned to walk in the other direction. Amy stood, stunned, in the hallway for several seconds before realizing
that she did indeed have class. She
shook her head and instead turned to head back to the girl's dorm.
A/N: I know, a bit overboard and predictable. I always appreciate feedback.
