Chapter Thirteen – Feelings

Draco was starting to get annoyed with Ginny. She was acting odd around him. If their tails accidentally meet she would quickly snatch it away, if their paws brushed against each other she looked down and avoided contact. All day he had been concerned and asked her what was making her so jumpy. At first she had refused to tell him and had gone to extremes to not answer his questions, but now it was harder for her to keep a distance between them.

Ginny hated reveling her secret to him, but if he thought that dream was silly and wouldn't ever come true too, she might feel better. So when she had gathered the courage she blurted it out, so quickly that the words became one.

"Ihadadreamthatwealmosthadsexincatform."

Not understanding what she had said, Draco said, "Repeat that please."

Sighing, Ginny slowly said, "I had a dream that we almost had sex in cat form." After saying it she turned around and started muttering to herself.

"'Why did you tell him the truth? You're an idiot Gin. Idiot, idiot, idiot."

"So that's why you've been acting funny. That dream is why you wont look me straight in the eye?"

"Yes." Ginny said in a small voice. "I didn't mean to dream it. I mean, it would never, ever happen in real life, right?"

"Never say never." He replied with a wink.

Ginny gasped and said, "You would consider doing something like that then?"

"Well, I wouldn't want to 'do it' in cat form but once I'm a human again..."

Draco let his sentence drift off, letting Ginny fill in her own blanks. He then began again, "And it seems you would too, seeing as you had the dream."

"Me!" Ginny questioned.

"Once again, you obviously have feelings for me but are afraid to act upon them. It seems that you wouldn't have a problem with having a relationship when we get back to normal."

Ginny was about to reply but stopped due to something getting stuck in her throat. When Draco saw her gagging he started to panic and tried to see what was wrong. Not paying attention to him Ginny continued to cough. She felt whatever it was in her throat start to climb back up to her mouth. Once able to spit it out Ginny looked to see a ball of hair matted together at her feet

With a last cough she said, "Hairball."

Draco and Ginny both started laughing and the uncomfortable moment was broken.

The rest of that day the two cats played games, finally being able to have fun without worrying Harry would punish them. Ginny was surprised how much fun a ball of string could be, especially when it keep rolling away fro her. It was like the ball was playing back.

Draco on the other hand found a ball of string to be too primitive. He amused himself by chasing his tail, running as fast as possible knowing that no matter what his tail would never get caught.

When those activities began to become boring, Ginny challenged Draco to a game of tag. Draco might have been a great seeker but he couldn't surpass Ginny's skills as keeper. It seemed that she was great at dodging object even in her new body.

Soon the two fell asleep, exhausted from all the running. As the room filled with other Gryffindors that night, talks of Harry's attack were passed around the room. Before everyone went to bed that Sunday, tales were being told about how Harry had fought the Dark Lord and almost killed him until a heard of dementors came and sucked him of his happiness, almost kissing him.

Tomorrow the second major problem would arise; Draco and Ginny would be missing classes. Someone would eventually go looking for them, but wouldn't ever be able to tell that the red and silver cats were them.

Their next task was finding a way to communicate with their human friends. But how?