Draco

Meet me in my room anytime after lights out. Poppy and Papa won't let me leave. You know where the hallway forks going to the Potions room, take the right fork, and look for a stone gargoyle on the right hand side, with an axe in it's right hand. Tap it three times with your wand, then say Mediocris. It will open to a pathway, which leads straight to my chambers. Kat

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Draco looked at the statue. He took out his wand and tapped it three times. "Mediocris" It moved to the right, and he glanced around to make sure no one was around. Luckily he had worn his midnight blue cloak, so even if someone glanced down the hall, they would not see him right away.

Meow.

He looked down suddenly at a very familiar pair of eyes. "Hello Mrs. Norris."

Meow

"Got to go Mrs. Norris, I'm going to meet Kat."

The cat cocked her head at him. Then they both froze when the heard Filch's voice. He looked at the cat again, and he could have sworn she smiled at him. Then she went running down the hall towards Filch's voice.

Draco shook his head, knowing that cat; she was saving his butt once more. He turned back towards the tunnel. "Lumos." He muttered as his wand lit up and he made his way through the tunnel. He paused when he heard the stone gargoyle slid back into place, then continued forward.

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Kat sat at her mirror looking at her reflection. It had taken forever to get Hermione and the others to leave her room. She had to place a double locking charm, as well as an extensive locking spell to keep everyone out. That and a bloody silencing charm. Every since she had woken up, Ony had been asking question after question about where she had been and what happened.

She had managed to through her off track, and get around most of her cousin's questions. Sometimes Hermione asked too much for her own good.

She reached over and picked up her brush. She slowly started to brush her hair; at least what was visible. She thought over the changes that had happened in her life since she first saw Ony over the summer. She really wasn't ready for this, to give up the life she had lived for the past years.

"Katia."

She turned her head and looked up at the familiar face. "Hi Draco."

"So, there's a secret passage to your room." He said with a smirk watching her.

She sat in front of her mirror brushing her hair. It was one of the few times he had seen her with her hair down. It tumbled down her back, and over her left shoulder, where she was brushing it. She knew he would show if her attire was any indication, he didn't know what she was wearing for the night, because she wore a rose colored cape over it.

"You look beautiful." He said softly

"That there is. It's been there for years." She replied referring to the passage. "Thank you." She continued with a smile, referring to his compliment.

"And this is Godric's room." He said looking around. "How long did it take you to personalize it?"

There was a large window to his left, with a view out over the lake and further. Next to the window was a bed like any other in the castle, except her curtains weren't red like the other Griffyndors', they were, strange enough, purple. Looking around the room he realized it had none of the Griffyndor colors.

Next to the bed were two doors, and between them was a old-fashioned writing desk, by the looks from the 1500s. Behind him was the fireplace and a couple tapestries, which together showed one large picture, mountains in the background, and in the foreground was a river, with a large forest behind it. On his right was another door, probably the one out to the staircase, and a vanity from around the same time as the desk, with a large mirror, when Katia sat.

He wondered what her other housemates thought of her color scheme, the amethyst and silver; and the furniture was a deep mahogany.

She smiled as he looked around, "Considering this had been my room as long as I have been at Hogwarts, not that long."

"So you always had your own room. That information could come in handy." He replied as he sat down on her trunk by the foot of her bed. "By the way, I never told you, your owl is beautiful."

"Thank you." She replied again with a small laugh, "She's out flying for the fun of it." She explained as she looked over at the empty perch by the window.

"Your welcome. Here, let me." He said taking the brush. "Turn around." He directed with a smile. She turned back towards the mirror and smiled up at him as he started to brush her hair.

"Thank you." She replied with a smile of contentment. She loved to have her hair brushed, had since her mother use to brush it when they sat by the river.

"Your welcome." He replied with a smile as she closed her eyes. They really had to quit saying the same thing over and over again. "So, can you tell me what happened?"

"It's a long story." She replied opening her eyes.

"I've got all night."

She smiled again; "My aunt sent me a letter on Christmas morning, my uncle and aunt died, as I mentioned in Papa's chambers."

"What disease did they have?" he asked softly

She lowered her eyes and looked at her hands. "It's a disease that no one will ever understand. One that only affects members of my mother's clan."

"How is it limited to her clan?"

"Our genes."

"I'm sorry Katia."

"So am I. I wish there was a cure, but by the time one is found, I think it will be too late."

"Why?"

"There's only ten of us left, eleven counting me."

"Great Merlin, that's not much. How many have died."

"Since the first during the time of Godric, thousands."

"Oh Katia."

"It's ok Draco, I'm use to it. I've buried more family members in my life, than anyone can ever imagine."

"How many?"

She looked up at him and he paused slightly at the look in her eyes, the raw emotion. "Over a hundred."

"Dear Merlin."

"I know," she began with a slight shrug, "but in a way you get use to being at funerals. We can't stop them from dying, no matter how much we want to."

"I'm so sorry Katia. For everything that you have had to go through."

She smiled, but made no comment.

"What happened when you came back?"

"I was exhausted. That's why I passed out."

"Why were you asleep for six days, do you know? Madam Pomfrey had no idea what was wrong with you."

"I don't know. Were you with me the entire time?"

"Yes. After Monday, you father and Madam Pomfrey convinced the other professors to let me stay."

"What happened on Monday?" she asked softly. He put the brush down and knelt in front of her.

"You nearly died."

"I did?!?"

"Yes. I was never so scared in my life." He replied raising his hand to softly trail his fingers along the left side of her face.

She raised her hand and placed it over his on her cheek. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be, you had no way of knowing what would happen." He sighed softly. "I better go. You need your rest." He said softly standing up and walking towards the secret passage.

"Draco."

He paused and turned towards her. She had stood up and taken a few steps towards him. Her cape had moved and he saw she was wearing a white satin gown.

"Stay with me."

He looked at her for a few seconds, debating with himself. She was vulnerable, he shouldn't stay.

"Please Draco. I don't want you to go." She continued walking over to him.

"Katia."

"No Draco," she began placing a finger on his lips. "Whatever the night brings, I don't care, and I will never regret. Please don't leave me."

He sighed, "All right love, I could never deny you anything."

He took her hand and led her back to the center of the room. She unbuttoned his cloak and set it on her chair. He undid the clasp of her cape and set it with his cloak.

"Black and White, complete opposites yet perfectly in sync." She said softly. "I think Black is the best color for you." She continued. He was wearing black jeans and a black muscle shirt, both making him look exceptionally scrumptious (A/N yes that's all my opinion :-)

He smiled, "And I think white is definitely your color." He replied. The nightgown she wore was pure white satin, which gathered under her breasts, then flowed straight down to her feet. The sleeved were made of white lace, flowing loosely from her shoulders to her wrist. "You look beautiful." He whispered.

"Thank you." She replied softly.

"We should get you into bed, before you catch your death of cold." He said with a smile.

"We probably should." She replied, then shrieked when he bent and picked her up, carrying her over to the bed. She reached down and moved the coverlet, then he laid her down softly on the bed.

"I love you." She said softly.

"And I love you." He replied with a smile.