Chapter Four: Purrseltongue?

"A Malfoy never backs down on a challenge."

"Oh really?" she purred, wagging her eyebrows.

"Really." he said.

"Ok, well neither does a Snape, or Maddos." she said swooping down for another kiss.

"You know your dad is probably gonna kill me." Draco smirked.

"Why do you say that?" she looked up at him.

"Your dad is one of the strictest teachers here, and were not even dealing with school."

"Aww, is Draky scared?" she pouted.

"Oh course not!" he snapped, "and don't call me Draky, I haven't been called that in-"

"Four years. I know, I was there, standing behind my mum, watching you with your friends." she smiled, but she looked a little hurt.

"Well I had to be friends with all the other kids my age for my dad to get close to the parents." he said, hugging her, "you should know that, its all about knowing the 'right' crowd."

"Yeah, I guess." she said leaning into him.

Draco wrapped his arm around Artemis' waist, "ouch! I said not to touch me there!"

"I'm sorry, I forgot. I can heal it for you if you want."

She nodded.

"I need you to lay down, and tell me where it hurts." he commanded.

She did as he said, "Your not gonna do any Voodoo on me are you?" she teased.

"Of course not…" he smiled, "just a few spells to check out what's wrong, and heal you." he said waving his wand over her, "hmm, you seem to have two cracked ribs, and severe bruising." he frowned, as he waved his wand again, healing her injuries.

"Thanks." she said sitting up to kiss him.

"No problem, anything for you." he wrapped his arms around her again, and she leaned into him, resting her head on his chest.

"Stop it Draco!" she giggled, as she squirmed in his arms.

"What? I'm not doing anything." he asked questioning her sudden outburst.

"Yes you are, you're tickling me!" she squealed.

"No I'm not." he said lifting his arms.

"Well something is…" she said reaching into a pocket in her overly-large robes.

After a few seconds, Draco heard meowing, and Artemis pulled out a black fur-ball.

"Hey Midnight, how did you get in there?" she purred and meowed, stroking the black ball of fur.

Draco sat there staring at the fur-ball, then at Artemis, and back at the ball. Suddenly it started purring, and two green eyes stared at him and meowed, almost as if asking a question.

"Uh Artemis, what are you doing? You do realize I can't understand you, don't you?"

"Of course you can't, I was talking to Midnight." she said as if everyone knew.

"But how?" he asked, utterly lost.

"I'm a Purrseltongue," she explained, "I can talk to cats. Well I can also talk to snakes, obviously, as a descendant of Salazar Slytherin, but my grandmother, was said to be able to talk to cats."

"So you're a P-purrseltongue?" he asked, "I don't think I've ever heard of that."

"It's not a surprise, it is very rare, and i don't know what it is truly called, so I call it that." she explained.

"He's cute, what is his name?" Midnight purred.

"Draco."

"What did she say?" Draco asked.

"She said you were cute." Artemis translated.

"Oh really?" he smiled, "well tell her I'm taken, by the most beautiful girl in the world, you."

Artemis smiled, "he says he's taken, by me."

"What does he mean?"

"He wants me to be his mate."

"Oh."

As the conversation of purrs and meows continued, Draco stated to stroke the black cat, she leaned into the touch.

"I approve." she purred.

"You approve of anyone that will pet you!" Artemis laughed.

"What? What did she say?" Draco asked, wishing he could understand them.

"She said that she approves of you and that you would make a good mate. I told her she approves of anyone that will pet her." Artemis smiled.

Artemis wrapped her arms around Draco's neck, and pulled him into a long, passionate kiss. She tried to ignore Midnight making hissing noises, as in 'eww gross.'

She pulled away, and looked into his silver-blue eyes, with her yellow cat-like ones, and smiled, nestling herself against him.