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.
