A/N: Okay, I'm almost finished the story

A/N: Okay, I'm almost finished the story. I bet your all glad. A couple more chapters and that's it. I hope you like this one.

This Chapter is dedicated to Alisha – Thanks for reviewing!

Moonlight Shining

By Amanda H

Then next morning Amy woke to find herself leaning against something warm. Soft sunlight, barely visible, filtered through the green curtains. She rolled comfortably onto her side and looked over to see what she had been lying on. A strand of white blond hair lay on the pillow beside her. She was lying on someone! Instantly she clapped a hand over her mouth to keep from screaming, then to further reduce the risk, she buried her head in the pillow. When she finally trusted herself not to scream, she slowly removed her head.

Golden sunlight filtered sparsely through the deep green bed hangings. It illuminated the bed just enough for her to see who she was lying beside. She lifted herself using her arm to try and see over their head. The white blond hair and round face could only mean one thing.

"MALFOY!" She squealed, diving back into the pillow. This time she shook the whole bed and awakened the sleeping boy. He rolled over to see her head in a pillow, rocking nervously back and forth.

"Good morning Miss. Quizzlequon." He smirked smoothly. "Did we sleep well?" He asked, a touch of sarcasm in his voice. Amy hoped he wasn't talking about what she was thinking about. Slowly she raised her head again. She came up looking straight into his steel gray eyes. She stared, open-mouthed for a moment until she regained her senses. Malfoy simply smirked at her, amused. Finally she regained her speech.

"Malfoy?" She stammered, unbelieving.

"Yes." He answered simply, offering no explanation to her predicament. She now also noticed that he was wearing no top.

"What the Hell am I doing here?" She asked, sitting up and checking to make sure her robes were still in place. They were. She sighed inwardly.

"Sleeping." He answered again. She felt like slapping him.

"With you?" She asked. Draco smirked daringly, about to answer smartly, but Amy cut him off.

"Wipe that smirk off your face Malfoy. You know what I mean." She said coldly, her eyes glaring.

"What am I doing here? Run! Just run away!" Her mind commanded, but she was frozen to the spot.

"Perhaps I should leave that to your imagination." He grinned. Amy resisted the urge to slap him again, but not by much.

"Malfoy, I swear," she began threateningly.

"I would keep your voice down. There are other Slytherin in here." He advised. Amy glanced at the curtains and nodded.

"It will soon be time for breakfast. You stay here while I go and change and then I can help you out of this little mess." He suggested.

"Now wait a minute Malfoy," Amy began, loudly, shaking a finger at him. He began to push the covers off.

"Amy," he began, using her name for the first time, "if you don't want to see what I sleep in, I suggest you avert your eyes." He smiled slyly.

"You wouldn't." Amy dared. He continued to pull the covers off and Amy dived into the pillow again, mumbling inaudibly. She heard to curtain slide shut, but didn't want to come up, willing everything to be a bad dream. She tried to breath through the pillow, but only smelt a combination of mint, tea, and pepper. She had to admit, it smelled nice. When she couldn't hold her breath any longer, Amy came up gasping for air. Once she had filled her lungs, she took in her surroundings. The bed curtains were held up by silver polls and extended into a canopy over the bed. They were dark forest green marble pattern, which allowed some light in, but not too much.

The comforter she was covered with was deep green as well, but when she pulled back the covers they revealed silver sheets and pillowcases. A Chinese dragon curled across the wooden headboard, breathing fire. Amy lay back down amongst the covers.

"How on earth did I get here. I wish I wasn't here. I don't remember how I got here and that isn't a good sign. How do I get out of here?" She thought, mournfully.

"Hermione must be worried sick! Everyone else too! Drat! I have to go back! How?" She ran these questions through her mind repeatedly before Draco's head popped through a slit in the curtains.

"My dear, all the other Slytherin's have gone down to breakfast. You may come out." He offered, pulling back the curtain to reveal the room. Amy slid across the bed and out into the room, straightening her robes.

It was quiet small. There were five beds with a trunk at the foot of each, a dresser and mirror at one end, a window and a door leading to the washroom. The carpet was silver-gray and the walls were painted deep green. The drapes hanging around the beds and curtains were also deep forest green.

"Not a great variety of colour." She thought.

"Before I go anywhere Malfoy, I want an explanation." She said angrily, crossing her arms and staring at him intently.

"Don't we all." He muttered to himself, then, suddenly aware she was still staring at him, he decided it would be best to explain his action.

"I was in the library last night and I saw you sleeping on the couch. I didn't think you wanted Mme Pince to catch you so I levitated you here. I don't know the Griffindor password and if I left you in the Common Room the Slytherins would have killed you, so I brought you in here." He sneered. "And I was NOT sleeping on the couch for you." He added.

"I see." She said, considering the situation. "Don't you think the Griffindors will be wondering where I am?" She asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Yes, but I will leave that up to your extraordinary explanatory skills, or your ability to lie." He smirked.

"And didn't you consider the truth might get you killed?" She asked, still leering at him.

"Well, then I suppose you will have to either lie or restrain Potter's little gang." He mocked.

"I see. And how do I get out of here?" She asked, wondering inwardly if he had a smart comeback to that. He took a navy blue-black cloak off his trunk and threw it to her. She caught it and recognized it as her own.

"Just put your cloak on and put up the hood. Keep you face down and anyone who sees you will think you are only one of my frequent night visitors." He smirked devilishly. She narrowed her eyes and glared at him.

"Malfoy, you are a liar."

"I wouldn't be so sure." He scoffed. She shook her head and pulled on her cloak.

"Come on." She whispered. Malfoy lead the way out of his dormitory and Amy followed closely. There were several Slytherin in the Common Room, but as Malfoy had said, none of them gave the two a second glance. They walked swiftly out through the portrait hole and down the hallway. After several sharp twists and turns Amy finally stopped and pulled off the hood. A drip of sweat ran down her face as she pulled the cloak completely off.

"Listen Malfoy," she began, wiping the drop away. "First of all, thank you. Second of all, NEVER do it again! Third, I still detest you and I never want to see your ugly face near me again." She said calmly, a fake smile plastered mockingly on her face.

"Now that was low. No one has ever called my face ugly before." He whimpered.

"I mean it Malfoy, leave me alone." She threatened. Then, turning abruptly on her heel she stormed away, back to Griffindor.

"God, she's cute when she's pissed." He thought, scanning her retreating figure with his eyes.