A/N: Well, here's the next chapter

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.