Author's note: Yeah. Just go with it...I thought about this a few nights ago. Decided to take a stab at it. What can I say? The idea amused me. It's not written very well though. I was multitasking.

"Meow...meow...meow..." A pathetic cry, if there ever was one. "Meow...meow...meow..."

A tiny yellow kitten was running through the halls of Hogwarts. He had an abundance of fluffy fur. Scampering through a corridor into a small room, he knew he was safe at last. The kitten's pursuers had given up the chase. He waddled into a corner and sat down, having a quick wash.

"Meooow." The soft sound emanated from the luxuriously furred cat. He lifted his small head when a girl entered the room. She was very quiet, and she didn't appear to be one of its chasers. Putting his padded paw down, the kitten carefully walked over to the girl.

She was picking up books and things, making small sighs and grumblings. The kitten couldn't recognize who she was, because her red hair had fallen over her face, covering it. Deciding that she didn't look like much of a threat, he came closer and rubbed against her leg.

This seemed to have startled her, because she jumped a bit. She looked down and smiled when she saw the curious kitty. She bent down and picked him up carefully.

"Oh, aren't you just the cutest thing I've ever seen!" she exclaimed. "I wonder who you belong to. You shouldn't be wandering around alone in the Potions room, kitty cat." Somehow, the kitten didn't think he was in much danger in the Potions room.

"Meow," he meowed as a greeting. He batted a strand of her bright hair. Realizing how fun this was, he did it again. He soon began chewing on it, and she laughed. He knew who the girl was now, but it didn't matter. He was just a cat.

She tickled his yellow-furred belly and he purred in response. Yes, that was nice...Not many people petted him....

"Purr...purr...purr..."

"I'm sorry kitty cat, I've got to get back to class now." She softly returned him to the ground. He sat down on her foot and meowed.

"Meow?"

"No, I've got to go to Transfiguration. Maybe I'll see you again, kitty," Ginny said, petting him on the head again. He closed his eyes. If cats could grin, he would have done it. It was so nice to have someone petting him...

"Meow."

"Bye bye kitty!"

She took her books and things, and with one last pat, left the room. The cat was faintly annoyed at this. He didn't like it when nice people stopped petting him...

With a meow, he sat up, and made his way out the door. Seeing the coast was clear, he made a mad running dash to the Slytherin common room. He'd be safe there, but no one would pet him. The stairs were too big for the tiny cat to walk up, so he hopped, one by one. When he finally got to the top, he licked a paw and meowed when he saw the door. He'd have to wait until someone came along to open it.

A few minutes passed, and Goyle came lumbered up to the hidden door. The kitten was surprised he remembered where it was. He wasn't surprised when it took Goyle three tries at the password.

The cat flew inside, as fast as his fluffy feet could go. He didn't want to be stepped on again. He stopped at the door to a room, and pushed his way inside. Managing to get enough momentum, he shoved the door shut again. When he was sure there was no one else in the room, the cat changed.

A few minutes later, Draco stepped out of his room, looking fresh and defiant.

"Hey Goyle, what's for dinner tonight?"

"Uhh, fish, I think."

"Oh good," he said with an almost inaudible purr.