A/N: It's a might confusing at first, but don't worry, you'll figure it out. Oh yes, for the record, Professor Lupin is the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Just so you don't think I'm throwing him in there for nothing. He's just not mentioned a whole lot. After all, it's not his story.

" 'Contrary to popular belief, the walls of Hogwarts are impenetrable by Apparating and Disapparating witches and wizards. Therefore―' "

A kiss on the cheek was enough to stop Kaitlyn from reading her battered copy of Hogwarts, a History aloud. She set the book down and smiled up at Dameon. He settled next to her in the library, throwing his stuff onto the table and beaming at her.

"Hello, love, what are you doing in here alone?" he asked, leaning close to her.

"I was reading, as a matter of fact. I thought you had Divination?" she wondered curiously.

"Yes, but it just ended. How long have you been in here? I could have sworn this was your hour for Herbology class."

"Oh, the plants we're working on still need a bit of thawing up. Since it's only the middle of March, the snow hasn't completely melted yet," she stated matter-of-factly. "How did you know to find me in here, anyway?"

"I didn't. I came in to do a bit of studying before you got out of class, so it's a very pleasant surprise to find you in here. What is your next class?"

"Charms, how about you?"

"Herbology. Guess I'm not going to be leaving the library," Dameon smirked.

"Well, that's not fair."

"Not fair! You just spent two hours in here as well."

"I know… but… oh shut up."

Dameon could only smile at Kaitlyn sweetly. "You are just… too much."

She narrowed her eyes at him and tried to act cross. "I can be too much. I am not too much. Then again, I am a Weasley."

He could only laugh at her and kiss her cheek once again. He wrapped his arm around her waist, rested his head on her shoulder, and watched as she picked up her book and began to read again. He wanted to stay this way for the rest of his life.

Tears streamed down her face. She had to find the mansion. She just had to. It was cold… so cold outside. No one knew she was gone, no one would know where she was if she were to get murdered in the bloody cold. It was so far from Hogwarts castle. She couldn't believe she had done it. No one at Hogwarts knew she had taken the Knight Bus as soon as she was off school grounds. They had no clue she was in London, searching for the Malfoy Mansion.

What was she going to do now that she was alone, a fourteen-year-old girl, in the wilderness?

"Dameon," she whispered into the cold, dark air. "Where are you? Where… answer me… where?"

A timid kiss was given before class that day. She and Dameon left Potions together afterward, hand in hand, talking about the previous class, laughing and teasing each other. Kaitlyn stabbed Dameon in the ribs with her sharp elbow, while he bent over in a mixture of laughter and pain.

She ran through the halls of Hogwarts, her red hair flowing out behind her. Dameon wanted nothing more than to feel that wonderful red fieriness in between his fingers. It was so vibrant and alive, much like she was.

"Come back here!" he yelled out, dodging between various students to get to her. He couldn't possibly lose her. Her hair was far too loud.

Kaitlyn wasn't used to such physical activity, and eventually began slowing down. Dameon caught up with her quickly, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her off of the ground. She screamed, flailing her legs against him.

"Dameon! Dameon stop it!"

"Why should I?"

"Because I said so!"

"Wrong answer."

Her wand was glowing. She had charmed it to glow red once she had reached Malfoy Manor. She had to find Dameon… he couldn't be kept prisoner forever. She had to find him. She had to break him out of the prison his father was keeping him trapped in.

Had it only been the night before? Had it only been one night? It shouldn't have been any nights…

"I love you, Kate."

"What do you want, Dameon?"

"To tell you I love you."

Kaitlyn looked up from her work and straight into Dameon's eyes. "Well, in that case, I love you too."

"Will you skive off work for a bit tonight and meet me in the Great Hall?"

"I knew it! It had to be something."

"Please?"

She couldn't resist the look in his beautiful blue eyes. "All right then."

The wand was now burning a dull orange color. Kaitlyn's heart pumped. She was getting closer. Any moment now she would turn in the right direction. It was so cold out… so cold.

It was not as cold as the look she had seen in Draco Malfoy's eyes… and those fateful words that had come out of his mouth.

In the Great Hall, Dameon and Kaitlyn found they had much to talk about that night. Dameon was always willing to listen to Kaitlyn's chatter, and she was grateful that there was someone around to listen to it. But it wasn't going to go her way that night.

Dameon grabbed Kaitlyn's hand while she was in the middle of a story, pulled her close, and cut her off by pressing his lips onto hers. They kissed for a sweet second before he pulled away.

"What was that all about? Trying to tell me that my stories are boring?" she asked playfully.

"No, I just felt the need to kiss you right then. Is that such a crime?"

"Of course not," she said, stepping closer to him. "I might feel the need to do it once more," she whispered. Pressing her face up to his, they leaned in for another kiss.

The door to the Great Hall burst open. Draco Malfoy was standing in the doorway, his shoulders heaving up and down in a furious rage. His cold, gray eyes were blazing, his chin quivering.

Kaitlyn went numb. Dameon grasped her hand for dear life. Draco took a step forward.

A large mansion loomed into view as Kaitlyn's mahogany stick gleamed bright red. Her heart pounded furiously within her chest. She had to do it. He had been away from her for too long, even if it only had been for a day. She wanted him back.

"Dameon," she whispered, watching her breath fog into the air. "Please be here. Please let me get you before they find me… Dameon…"

She worked her way forward, toward the castle in which her beloved was trapped. She had to get him out and she had no idea how to go about doing it.

"Of all the completely absurd, ridiculous, preposterous things, Dameon! A WEASLEY! A WEASLEY! Dameon Lucas Malfoy, I would rather find you dead in the girl's lavatory than to see you romping around with the disgusting fruit of a Mudblood and a peasant's loins."

"FATHER!" Dameon screamed. He had turned completely white by then. It was obvious to Kaitlyn he had never stood up to his father before. He was standing in front of her protectively, shaking like a leaf. "How dare you insult her like that! She is not disgusting!"

Draco's eyes narrowed on his son. He whipped his wand out and completely immobilized his son. Dameon fell to the floor in agony, never letting go of Kaitlyn's hand. "You shall not speak to me in such a tone, you insolent brat! I brought you up as a Malfoy and you will ACT like one! The way you disgrace your name by frolicking about with a squalid harlot makes me absolutely sick."

Kaitlyn knelt down next to Dameon, crying. She couldn't hear the verbal assault Draco was laying upon her. All she cared about was Dameon. He was in complete agony. Her body then went stiff and she fell backwards, unable to move. Draco was standing over her, his face twisted into revulsion.

"You will keep your filthy hands away from any part of my family, do you understand that, you Weasley garbage? Stay away from my son."

Too scared to speak, Kaitlyn could only hear the next few words roll off of Draco Malfoy's tongue.

"You are to come home with me, Dameon. There's no way I can trust you on your own."

Crying at the memory of the way Dameon reluctantly followed his father out of the castle, Kaitlyn rushed toward the windows she could see with light pouring out of them. It was completely heartbreaking to watch Dameon leave Hogwarts. His father hadn't even taken time out to go collect his things. He wanted Dameon out of there as soon as possible. Dameon had fought his father tooth and nail and was eventually convinced when his father threatened to use an Unforgivable Curse on him. Draco had also forbidden him to cry as he left.

Looking over his shoulder at the stairs, he left the castle. Kaitlyn stood at the top of the stairs, held back by Professor Lupin. She wanted nothing more than to die right there.

She lay awake all night, trying to think of something she could do. That's when she'd had the idea. She was going to go to Malfoy Manor and rescue him the next night. She'd had all day to plan it and was definitely going through with it.

She saw his silhouette in an upstairs window. Pointing her wand to herself and muttering, "Ipse Levitas," she felt herself rise up off the ground to the window. She grasped onto the ledge and stayed low. Now, she was positioned outside the window to his room, ready to use an Alohomora Charm on the window. She heard voices.

"Dameon!"

"Yes, father?"

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing, father."

"I don't believe you. Come down here this instant."

"Coming, father."

Kaitlyn heard footsteps leave the room, a door open and close, and then silence. She put her wand up to the window and whispered, "Alohomora." Nothing happened. Kaitlyn bit her lip in frustration. There must have been some type of anti-charm ward on the mansion. It made sense.

Thanking the heavens for blessing her with a Muggle mother, she recognized the safety catch she had somehow missed on the window. She held on with one hand and undid the catch with the other. She couldn't help but think that this must have been Draco's bright idea, putting a Muggle contraption on the windows of the house so Dameon would have no idea how to unhook them if he so felt the need.

Once she had unlocked the safety catch, Kaitlyn pushed open the window. She let herself levitate a few inches and held on tightly, whispering, "Finite incantatem!" She dropped like a lead weight but managed to climb into the window.

She looked around the room for a place to hide. She left the window open and heard voices on the stairs. She panicked and ducked into his closet for a few seconds. The door to the room opened up and Kaitlyn held her breath.

Dameon closed the door to his room and wiped away the tears that were already falling down his cheeks. He looked around the room for a few seconds, noting quickly that something seemed out of place and then sat down on his bed. He was completely miserable, being away from Kaitlyn. He wasn't sure how he was going to get out of this one.

Kaitlyn opened up the closet door carefully and slowly. Dameon's head shot up and he jumped off his bed, holding his wand.

"Who's that?" he asked, his voice quavering.

"Dameon," she whispered.

Dameon's face lit up and his wand fell. "Kaitlyn? Is that you? I can't see… it's dark in here."

"It's me," she said, stepping into the light. Tears were streaming down her face.

"Oh, Kate!" he cried, running to her and wrapping her in his arms. "I can't believe it's really you… oh my gosh… It can't be… This is too good to be true…"

He set her down and crushed his lips to hers desperately. She gripped the shoulders of his robes tightly, dying for more of his touch. He pulled away and sobbed. "Oh, Kate… I… I… what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to get you out."