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"Fix it and fix it *now*!!!"

"But Pellerin, you look so *adorable* this way."

"Why you miserable little git!"

"Tsk tsk, is that any way to speak to two caring guys like ourselves?"

"Either fix it now or I cast you a new arse hole!"

Hermione blinked as she walked down a corridor, just *what* was going on further down? Her curiosity getting the better of her, the Gryffindor hurried towards one of the abandoned classrooms and peaked in. Star looked like she was ready to choke the Weasely twins, who were grinning at her.

"No," Fred said happily.

"What do you mean, *no*?!? You--"

"Hermione!" George cut the Slytherin off, beaming at Hermione. "Come in, come in. We were just having a talk with Ms. Pellerin here."

Hermione walked in cautiously, "what'd you do this time?"

"Must you ask!" Star cried angrily. She pulled off her robe and showed Hermione just what was wrong. "Look at what they did to me!"

Hermione stared. "Star.. you.. you have a tail!"

"No shit, Sherlock!"

It was true. A dark gray tail with a white tip stuck out of the back of Star's pants. It looked like a fluffy cat's tail.

"It's not exactly what we had in mind," Fred shrugged.

"Yeah," George agreed. "We *meant* to turn her into a whole cat. But something went wrong."

"I'll tell you what went wrong!" Star turned on them again. "Your weasel brains are too small!"

George faked a hurt look, "awww, now you've gone and done it, Pellerin. You've hurt our feelings."

"We're very sensitive you know," Fred added.

Star snorted, crossing her arms. She mumbled something about poor wizards and their lack of any activity in the brains department.

"Now that wasn't kind," Fred shook his head.

George grinned, "and for that, your stuck with a tail! Now excuse us, it's time for bed!"

Before Star could even say anything, the twins had rushed passed Hermione and out of the room. Star plopped down heavily on a chair, pouting.

"I can *not* believe this."

Hermione chuckled, "hey look on the bright side. It's a real nice tail."

Star glared at her.

"Can't you change it back yourself?"

"Don't you think I tried? They used some wacko advanced type of spell or something. I can't figure it out." Star looked at her, "I can't believe I'm saying this, but can you *please* help me?"

Hermione slowly smiled, "what'll you do for me in return?"

Star looked shocked, "but your a good wizard! Your not supposed to think of yourself! What happened to doing things by the goodness of your heart?"

Hermione shrugged, "with you? Nothing's from the goodness of my heart."

Star smirked, "you like me, don't you?"

"What?" Hermione's eyes widened, she wasn't expecting *this*. "O-of course not! I like Ron! Remember? *Your* the one who read my diary."

The Slytherin shrugged, "doesn't matter, does it? I kissed you, and now you have a soft spot for me. How *touching*. The Gryffindor and the Slytherin, breaking through the wall of hate which generations of students have built to fall in love and live happily ever after while Voldemort is once again killed by the heroic Boy-Who-Lived." She snickered, "don't think so."

"Why not? Draco and Harry are on that path--" Hermione started before realizing what she said.

Star's expression turned serious as she stood, "look Granger, you don't want to get mixed up with someone like me. It'll just make it harder when I join Voldemort and you stay with Dumbledore."

"Why *are* you going to join? You said you don't have a choice, while Draco does. How can that be?"

Star turned from her, giving Hermione a perfect few of the girl's new tail. "Because Draco has Harry holding him back, even if the savior doesn't know it. *I* on the other hand, have no one to keep me from joining the dark side, so to speak. It's the way things are." She turned back to Hermione, "now, are you going to help me? Or hope I die from embarrassment as everyone sees my new appendage?"

Hermione studied Star's eyes, although she didn't know what she was looking for. Finally, she nodded, "alright, I'll help."

~*~

Harry tossed and turned on his four-poster bed restlessly. He kicked off his blankets in frustration. When had it become so damn hot? He groaned and sat up, starting to unbutton the shirt of his pajamas.

"How much for the show, Potter?" a familiar voice sounded amused.

Harry let out a gasp, his fingers dropping from his buttons like he'd been burnt, "Malfoy?!"

"Lumos." At the whisper, Harry saw Draco's gorgeous features emerge from the darkness. The light from the Slytherin's wand set an almost frightening look on his pale skin. "Did I scare you, Golden Boy?"

Harry stiffened, "no. But what're you doing watching me?"

Draco grinned, hopping up onto Harry's bed. The dim light that was already cast in the room by the moon outside the window seemed to suddenly be enough light, and the blonde placed his wand down after diminishing the light.

"I came to talk to you, when low and behold, you're giving me a peep show!" He chuckled, "now please, don't stop on my account. It *really* is too hot for clothing, isn't it?"

Harry instinctively moved back while Draco moved forward towards him.

"Malfoy? What're you doing?"

"You are scared of me, aren't you?"

"Of course not! It's just.."

"Just?"

"Your invading my rather personal space!"

Draco laughed, "oh, how *rude* of me. I must move away right now before your holiness is tainted by my evil." He didn't move away though, instead lifting his hand to touch Harry's cheek. "Your eyes really are beautiful, Potter. But I'm sure I'm not the first to tell you that."

Harry blinked. Had he really just heard jealousy in Malfoy's voice? He was suddenly aware that he was being pressed onto his back, the other boy on top of him. "Malfoy! Get off me!"

"Shh," Draco smiled. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Harry was becoming very uncomfortable. He didn't like that it felt good to feel Malfoy this close. Shouldn't he be feeling disgusted? But he wasn't. Quite the contrary, his body seemed to be enjoying the contact. He only hoped Malfoy wasn't aware of just how much he was enjoying this. His hope was in vain.

Malfoy laughed, pleased. "I knew you felt the same way. Your just like a book, *Harry*."

Before Harry could reply, Draco's mouth had covered his own. The Gryffindor gasped in shock, and Draco took the full advantage. His tongue slipped into Harry's mouth, stroking his own. Harry only responded with automatic movements, not really experienced in this. Draco on the other hand, seemed to know *exactly* what he was doing. Only when the need for air became too much, was Harry's mouth released.

He gasped for breath as Draco's lips traveled over his face, then down the column of his neck. "You've done this before?" he asked breathlessly, aware that Draco's hands were holding his wrists against the mattress.

Draco chuckled against his skin, "I've been around the block a few times."

"With Star?"

"No. Never with Star."

"Why not?"

Harry yelped as Draco bit him, "what is this? Twenty Questions? Are you writing a column for the Daily Prophet?"

Harry chuckled, still breathless. He didn't seem able to gather his breath with Draco so close. "Just curious. You two seem really close."

"Too close. She's like a sister to me. And despite what some people think about Slytherins, we *don't* go for incest. Now just relax."

Harry couldn't help the groan that escaped as Draco began to suck on the spot between Harry's neck and shoulder.

"Wh-what about the others?"

"Don't you think they would have heard us already?" Draco murmured. "I put a silencing spell on your bed. Now relax Harry.."

Harry didn't know why he listened, but he did. He stopped resisting as Draco continued to suck, marking him. Harry's mind was reeling, and he didn't know what to think anymore. Here he was, lying under his arch rival who had occupied himself with giving Harry a hickey. The Gryffindor only hoped he'd be able to hide the mark from prying eyes. After all, he didn't want to have to think of excuses. He didn't think the other students would accept such an act.

"You think too much, your starting to act like Granger," Draco said softly when he was apparently satisfied with the mark on Harry's flesh. He kissed Harry deeply, then got off.

Harry sat up confusedly, "that's it? I mean.. aren't you going to--"

"No," Draco cut him off. "Not yet. Your not ready."

"*I'm* not ready? How do you know?"

"Trust me. Your not. Don't worry Harry, your mine now. No one can have you but me, and it's going to stay that way."

Harry waited until Draco was gone from his vision before falling back onto his mattress. His hand flew to the red mark on his neck, and he sighed. Tomorrow was sure going to be fun...