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AN: it's late, I'm tired, this is not spell checked or edited for the most part. I scanned a few lines. I'm Going to bed. Enjoy. Don't forget to review. I love reviews
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Once in the Slytherin common room Draco loosened his hold on her, letting his hands drop. Ginny clung to his shirt with her claws, shaking in terror.
"Oh, Draco! It's so cute!" Pansy Parkinson said as she approached seeing the frightened kitten hanging on his shirt.
"Is it a boy or a girl?" She asked as she extracted Ginny's claws from Draco's shirt.
"Girl." Draco said; smugly it seemed to Ginny.
Pansy hugged it and Ginny relaxed for a moment, enjoying the feeling of the fingers smoothing out her fur. "She's so tiny Draco. Where'd you get her?"
Draco grinned. "Mother sent her for me. Though I'd enjoy having a kitten around."
Ginny hissed chokingly, trying to laugh.
Draco shot her a glare. "Her name is Kitten."
"Oh very original Malfoy." Came the smooth voice of Blaise Zabini as he approached, a potions textbook in his hands.
"Thanks." Malfoy said back smoothly.
Ginny was still trembling from anger and shock. She felt a little bit sleepy all of a sudden. Roughly Malfoy scooped her from Pansy's grasp.
"I think I'll put her in my room for now, let her sleep." He said quickly and turned to the entrance to the dorm rooms. Blaise watched him go curiously and followed slowly.
Draco set the tremulous form of Kitten on his bed, throwing his robe down beside her. Ginny didn't flinch. She was so tired and she couldn't help shaking. A yawn split her face. Suddenly Draco's face was eye-level to her.
"Should you have the need, there's a litter box underneath this bed." He smirked at her and she snarled slightly. One of his fingers brushed her whiskers and she jumped backwards.
He grabbed her. "And, just for you, a nice little kennel so you don't go running off during the night."
Ginny struggled in his grip.
"Malfoy, do you always talk to your pets like they are real people?" Blaise's voice came dryly from the entranceway.
Malfoy turned at grinned at him. "Only when they really are." He grinned larger as Blaise face was first shocked, then impressed. "You're kidding!" He exclaimed as he walked nearer.
"You transfigured some one? I'm impressed. Who is it?" He looked at Ginny held in Malfoy's hands and she hissed at him.
Malfoy grinned. "I'll give you a hint. Instead of a weasel, I've turned her into a cat."
"The girl Weasley? Ginny?" Blaise looked at Draco incredulously.
Draco nodded, a smug smile on his face.
Blaise shook his head and looked closer. "She's shaking like a leaf!" he said with a grin.
Only a Slytherin could be so sadistic. Ginny thought angrily to herself.
"Yeah. Shock and all I guess." Draco mused idly.
"So what're you going to do with her?" Blaise straightened up and moved to a desk in the room as Draco sat down on his bed, the kitten in his hands.
Yes, what are you going to do? Please tell us! Ginny suddenly looked at Draco.
Draco shrugged. "We'll see. And even if I did know," he looked pointedly at Ginny, "I'd not say here while little cat's ears are pricked up."
"Ah. Good point." Blaise commented. "So how are you going to keep her from running away to her brother?"
Draco nodded suddenly. "Thanks for reminding me."
He leaned down and drew a small bag from underneath his bed. Rifling through it one handed, the other still held Ginny, he withdrew a small green band of soft cloth. Its width was very small, like a piece of twine almost. He held it up so Blaise could see.
"It's called invisible leash. This green band goes around the pet's neck." So saying he slipped the small loop over Ginny's head.
He continued quickly. "Then, you touch the collar with your wand saying, Stationaro, fifteen feet. Then I point it at me, the object she has to stay within five feet of, and say, stationora." He completed the simple procedure and promptly let Ginny go.
Hopping down, she looked at the expectant and smirking face of Malfoy and then to the curious face of Blaise.
The door. The door. I have to at least try. There's the chance he didn't actually make the spell work. With that thought in mind, she set out for the door.
She didn't' make it. She strained and strained but there was a force field or something holding her back. Malfoy's laughter rang out. Turning back she promptly ran under the bed and hid in its farthest corners. She'd never get out. Her body quaked as she curled in a tight quivering ball of soft black fur until finally exhausted she fell asleep.
Malfoy knew Ginny hadn't moved since she scurried under the bed. He set his book on his nightstand and laying flat on his bed, leaned down to check on the kitten.
In the dark blackness under his bed, he could barely see the shaking form of the black kitten.
He got off his bed with a soft thump and squirmed under the bed, one hand reaching for the kitten. He drew the trembling cat towards him slowly, trying not to wake her up.
Sitting up, he cupped her to his chest. She was very cold. He grinned again. He couldn't get over the fact he had turned Weasley into a cat. Her brother was going to freak out.
Blonde hair fell into his face as he stood up, Kitten formerly known as Ginny nestled in one palm, and he made his way to the attached bathroom.
Large lumps indicated the sleeping forms of Crabbe and Goyle, moving rhythmically like whales breaching as they snored.
He chuckled to himself a bit. Blaise was asleep on his bed too; the covers sprawled out around him, intermingled with potions texts and scrolls of parchment. What a bookworm.
The kitten finally stopped shaking in Draco's hand. He held the now warm ball of fur against his stomach with one hand, the other reaching for his toothbrush and toothpaste. He had to bring Ginny with him because she couldn't go out of five feet from him and obviously the bathroom was farther than the fifteen feet allotted.
Soon finished, Draco headed to bed. Suddenly he stopped in dismay. He had to change!
Shaking his head he set Ginny down softly on the bed so as not to disturb her and then folded back his cover overtop of her to hide her from sight.
Then he quickly changed into his pyjamas, pulling on a soft grey t-shirt ad flannel plaid pants. He then unfolded the blanket and was greeted by softly amber eyes blinking sleepily at him.
"Bedtime." He murmured to her. Ginny blinked once more then with a yawn showing her pink tongue, closed her eyes and fell back to sleep.
Draco grimaced. She was just one tiny kitten after all, maybe for tonight she could stay on the bed.
He grunted as he placed himself far over on the edge of the bed. "You stay on your side, and I'll stay on mine." He said to the sleeping kitten before rolling over, turning his back to her.
Greyish light slanted into the dorm room from high windows. Ginny yawned and looked at the green bedspread. Wait a minute, green bedspread? She abruptly stopped purring. Wait a minute, Purring?!
She leaped to her feet and braced herself. She heard a chuckle and looked into the grinning face of Draco Malfoy. She hissed.
"All coming back to you now isn't it Weasley?" he said maliciously.
Well aren't we just Captain Obvious this morning. She commented acerbically to herself.
Ginny took in her surroundings. She didn't remember much from last night, just being terrified and the feeling of being in a new body. She looked at the boy's dorm room. She liked the green theme, she decided.
Wow, wouldn't mom be horrified if she knew I'd spent the night in a boy's dorm? Oh no, Ron! He'll flip when he finds out I'm missing. She absently started to lick a paw as she contemplated means of escape. She needed to get Draco near enough to Ron to be able to communicate with him. But how to do that?
Draco was shifting about the bed. Ginny narrowed her eyes. Extending her claws, she pounced at him.
I'll teach you, you stupid git!
Draco yelped quietly as her claws ripped through his shirt and scratched his chest.
"Bloody hell! Stop it!" His hands finally managed to peel the hissing, clawing and biting kitten away from his body. "What the hell was I thinking making you into an animal with claws." He muttered angrily at her. Ginny only hissed in return.
"The bonus to this is that you can't talk back." He smirked and Ginny hissed once more.
Draco glanced away suddenly as a Crabbe (or was it Goyle?) moaned in his sleep. Ginny reached out a paw with sharp claws and gave him a swift swipe across the cheek.
Draco drew back in pain suddenly. With one hand he brought fingers up to his stinging cheek. His eyes glared at Ginny as he saw the blood tainting his fingertips.
"Little bitch." He ground out at her. If Ginny's face had been normal, it would have been in a very devious smirk.
Serves you right. Ginny eyed the scratch marks on his cheek with satisfaction.
A sleep hoarse voice echoed out from Blaise's bed. "Holy, Malfoy, can't you take that cat somewhere else. Some of us are trying to sleep."
"I'm awake, you're awake." Malfoy said obnoxiously.
A rather large pillow came winging at his head from the region of Blaise's bed and Draco ducked and rolled, loosing Ginny in the process. Ginny watched in fascination as Draco snatched a pillow up and began pelting Blaise with it.
I didn't know boys could be so…childish. Ginny speculated with a mental grin.
Blaise thumped to the floor and cried out briefly, "Uncle! I give up!"
Draco grinned, his hair falling into his face. "What's say we wake up the mounds?"
"I like the way your mind thinks." Blaise shot back. "What shall we pick as their poison this time?"
"Water?"
"Classically brutal. I like it." Blaise hopped up and went to the bathroom. He came back with two huge droplets of water following him; a hovering charm after containing water.
Draco took control of one with his wand and retreated back to his bed, making it look as if he was still sleeping. Blaise did that same and on the quiet count of three they let the water droplets loose, dousing Crabbe and Goyle in the fall of water.
Quickly Draco slipped his wand out of sight and shut his eyes, in an imitation of perfect sleep. Ginny crawled onto the bed as the bellows of Crabbe and Goyle filled the room.
The Great Hall was full of owl-eyed students, peering blearily into their plates. It was Saturday morning and no one was really awake.
Ron Weasley was busy taking in the appearance of Hermione and Harry was sleeping in. They still hadn't noticed the absence of Ginny because it was usual that she slept in.
Ron's eyes hardened as he caught sight of Malfoy sauntering into the Great Hall, and his smirk seemed to be exuding smugness at Ron more than usual.
"Bloody git." Ron muttered under his breath as he turned away, it was too early to get into a fight. And besides, Hermione was here and he'd much rather pay attention to her.
Ron turned back to the crush of his life, ready to lay on the charm and woo her forever.
Ginny sat docilely on Draco's shoulder. Well, she was sitting with a firm grip rather so that Draco had to keep pulling her claws out of his robes and skin.
"C'mon kitten, behave." He glared at her and she hissed softly back at him.
Ginny turned her amber gaze from Draco's flinty one and stared unflinchingly at the back of Ron's head, willing him to turn around. It didn't work.
"Ooh. You brought your Kitten to breakfast Draco." Pansy's hands were suddenly around Ginny and plucking her from Draco's shoulder.
Ginny was being forcibly nestled into Pansy's more than adequate bosom.
I can certainly see why Malfoy must like her. She thought wryly.Pansy began petting her softly and scratching gently around her ears. Unintentionally, Ginny started purring and arching her head into it until she caught Malfoy's amused gaze watching her intently. She halted the purring and narrowed her eyes at him. He smirked harder.
"This is such a nice kitten Draco. She's so cute." Pansy said. Millicent Bulstrode approached and Pansy thrust her into the other girl's sweaty palms. "Here! Look at Draco's kitten. Isn't' she adorable?"
Ginny squirmed in the large girls heavy hands and tried vainly to get free from the clutching grasp. She mewed pitifully in an attempt for air and her eyes began to bulge slightly.
"Oh for god's sake Bulstrode, can't you see you're hurting the poor thing?"
Blaise Zabini took Ginny from Millicent's hands and smoothed her ruffled fur.
Ginny took deep gulps of air and Blaise looked narrowly at Draco.
"Don't you think you had better look after Kitten very carefully Malfoy?" he questioned him with a narrowing of his startling blue eyes.
"She's tough." Draco commented quietly.
Blaise snorted and sat down, Ginny curled up in his arm and tucked her head as far as it would go in the crook of his elbow. She just wanted back in her dorm, in her bed, among her own housemates. Her body was tired, she was a very young kitten after all and soon, consumed by her melancholy thoughts she fell asleep.
Ginny watched idly as Pansy dangled a string in front of her. What, you want me to follow it? why? You're not gogin to give me food, and I'm really hungry.
Pansy dangled the string closer so it brushed her nose. Ginny blinked at her.
What do you think I am, stupid?
Pansy stopped and put her hands on her hips with a petulant frown on her face. "Draco, you're cat's defective."
Draco didn't pay attention; he was involved in a game of exploding snap with Blaise. "Eh? What's that?" he said, not looking over.
"She said your cat is defective." Blaise interjected smoothly.
"Defective?"
"I think she means above average intelligence for a cat."
"Ah."
Their eyes never left the game set up in front of them and Pansy gave up and flopped into a chair blowing strands of blondish hair out of her eyes.
Ginny trotted over to where a fire was burning in the hearth. The dungeon common room was a cold place, in décor and temperature. She thought wistfully of her Gryffindor common room with the red walls and overstuffed couches and bright yellow lighting. She sighed and put her head on her paws. How much longer? Would he ever turn her back?
Ginny flinched as her stomach growled. She was so hungry, she hadn't eaten anything except for a few bites of toast at breakfast. She looked up, no chance of getting sleep now that her stomach had taken on the disposition of a angry dragon.
Climbing to her feet she looked around the room. Any food anywhere? With a groan she saw no food anywhere. At least nothing edible. There was no way she was venturing under the couches…
With a small growl she trotted over to where Blaise and Draco sat. She looked at the two of them, her head swinging back and forth, deciding which was her better option of getting sustenance. With a flick of her soft tail she pattered over to Blaise and promptly sank her claws into his leg through his pants.
"Ouch!" He yelped and looked down at her. "Bloody hell! What was that for?"
Ginny grabbed a shoelace and began chewing lightly. Would he understand? Chewing? Food? Hungry yes?
"Stupid cat." He muttered and pulled his shoelace away from her.
Draco's hands were suddenly around Ginny and picking her up. With an easy stride he began to exit the common room, Ginny in hand.
"Where are you off to Malfoy?" Blaise queried after him.
"Kitchens. She's obviously hungry."
Obviously, Why you had to be the smarter one Malfoy, I don't know. Ginny didn't really care though; the prospect of food was enticing no matter who was getting it for her.
The halls weren't empty but neither were they full. Students were getting ready for the Hogsmeade trip later that afternoon, so it was not a big surprise when around a corner Malfoy went and ahead him was the Three Musketeers, the Dream Team, the Siamese Triplets, the Superheroes of Hogwarts, the Boy-Who-Lived and his drooling Entourage. Yes that's right, Harry, Hermione and Ron were walking down the hall towards him, involved in a very heated and concerning discussion.
Draco slipped a strong hand about Ginny and flexed his fingers.
I get it you wanker. Don't run to my brother and his friends or dire consequences await me. Try to escape and I face certain death. Yadda, yadda BLAH!! She hissed softly and relaxed her body as Draco stopped and leaned up on the wall, a smirk spreading across his pale face as the three approached. Harry saw him first.
"What's the matter? Lose something?" Malfoy quirked an eyebrow and saw Ron's face redden. "Your wits perhaps? Oh wait, that's right, can't lose something you don't' have." His voice grew sly on the last part and he pushed off from the wall and turned away.
"Did you hear him?"
"You think he knows?"
"I wouldn't put it past him, death eater that he is."
Draco's smirk faltered on the last line that he overhead from the threesome.
"Stupid misinformed Gryffindors." Ginny distinctly heard him mutter as his grip convulsively tightened around her. She mewed in protest.
Draco glanced down, his face almost surprised to see her there. "Right, kitchens."
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