Sup, this is the next chapter, who knew cats fell in love?

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Oh Yeah, Paper-flowerz, and for the benefit of anybody else that doesn't know how Cats mark their territory, she uhhh... un-drinks water you could say? You know... takes a leak... goes to the bathroom... wee wee's...

Love is in the Air?

Although the castle was again crawling with smelly little rats (students), there was one good thing that had arrived this year on the train, one very good thing. I saw him as he strode through my grounds, staring brazenly around him. He was tall, lean, and very handsome. You could see that he came from a good family, you could see it in his aristocratic attitude, and brave and determined stance. His blue eyes were deep and meaningful, his powerful muscles were rippling beneath his skin...

And his tail. Oh my GOD his tail. It was full and bushy, whipping round his backside, like a cobra on its leash. The rich ginger hairs, his smooth graceful lines, my heart melted at once. I've never seen another feline like him. Catnip be praised! Mmmm... catnip.

I just had to find out all that I could of him, no matter what means I used, I had to know him! And, because I was so shy, and rather doubtful of my looks, I decided not only to groom for at least three hours a day (I had rather a lot of time on my hands), and to exercise, but also, to stalk him.

If I may say so myself, I think I was quite successful, I eventually found out that he was a member of the Kitti Kat's Anonymous. For any of you that don't know what the Kitti Kat's Anonymous was, it was the club for felines at Hogwarts. Any cat that was some cat was in that club. Well, their poor casting agent unfortunately overlooked myself, probably due to their own error. If you were in the KKA, you got VIP's at the most prestigious parties around, you also got free lifetime supplies of tuna. And you got to meet and make acquaintance with the biggest hotshots in town. I had also found out his nationality... he was a Froggy! I mean French... if you don't get it... He can bonjour me any day!

Well, after several weeks of working out, grooming and vigorous stalking, I got the idea that he figured me out. I was minding my own business, following him through the corridors, when he suddenly froze, and started to turn around, I whipped back round the corner, so as not to be seen. Only, he already knew I was there, what a man!

He said loudly, in a deep sensual voice, which reverberated through my body and made my four knees weak, "I know zat you are zere! Zere is no point in hiding! Come out and fight like a man!"

Oh my God! He's talking to me! This fine specimen actually chose to talk to me! Even if, in his misunderstood state, he simply wished to rip me to shreds. I walked slowly round the corner, and hoped all my ... body refining had worked. "Uhhh, I would if I were a man." I said looking at my feet.

"Madame! I beg for your apologies, zere was non offence intended, I thought zat you were... a stalker." He said to me, all in a French accent.

I blushed, as well as I could, seeing as I had fur. "Well," I said, "You see, I ah, was stalking you... I'm just... not a man." Then I burst into tears, men were suckers for tears. "I'm sorry!" I sobbed, "Your just... so gorgeous," I sobbed, "I couldn't help it... please don't hurt me..." I stood there, with tears dripping off my nose. He rushed over at once.

"I would never dream of hurting such a bewitching, enchanting, captivating creature as yourself! Pleaze, join me for a meal... I would be... how you say... honored." He said, I nearly started singing 'Waltzing Matilda' whilst doing somersaults. My (fake) tears stopped at once.

"Really? When?"

He smiled at me (a cat smiling, hehehe!) and said, "I know just the place, meet me in ze big room, ze one with ze chandelier. At midnight."

"The entrance hall? Of course."

"I'm counting the hours till I see you again... Mizz...?"

"Surreal... but I'm known to most others as Mrs Norris, not many know my real name... or my surreal name!" I giggled at my pun; he looked at me strangely. And I looked down at my feet... paws, my hidden cheeks flushing a bright red.

"Surreal, what a beautiful name Mademoiselle, I am pleased to make your... how do you say... acquaintance." He said, taking my paw in his and licking the top of it.

A.N we were both rolling on the floor in hysterics at this... don't diss.

"What's your name?" I asked, flashing my long tail.

"Roux (pronounced 'Ruu ')" He said, "But I am commonly named..." He looked bashfully at his feet, so his name was a sore spot? Ooooooh I wonder what it is.

He sighed heavily, "They call me Crookshanks. But please, call me Roux."

"As long as I never hear the words Mrs Norris pass your fangs."

"A deal." He said, bowing to me.

"OK, So, I'll see you tonight... Roux?" I savoured the feel of his name passing my fangs.

"You shall, till our next meeting, au revoir!" He called, swishing round.

I gasped as I saw the perfect contours of his bum swing to stare me in the face.

And his tail, his leashed cobras tail. I was almost drooling... something dripped onto the floor below my face... I'll correct that, I was drooling. I spun around quickly, hoping he wouldn't notice, and ran off to my den, to prepare myself for the wondrous night ahead.

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