A/N: It's ME! CatJetRat again. YAY! We all cheer! Lol. Jk. Okay, I got a new Orlando Bloom poster today…lol, getting a bit off topic. Anyway, so here I am again, to write the next chapter. This will be fun. As many of you have suspected, yes, Princesspepper will be writing her chapters from Draco's POV, and I will be writing from Harry's POV. We thought that it would be easier that way, to compensate for any dissimilarities in our two writing styles. Though, as you may or may not have noticed, out writing methods are extremely similar, which is one of the reasons we thought it would be good to pair up together! However, we set up our chapters differently. So, onto the next chapter! I'm sure you're all sick of reading me talk, anyway…sniff. Lol. Enjoy! Adios!

-CatPrincess

(CatJetRat)

Chapter 3


One Day At a Time…

Harry's POV

"AHH! Gerroff, gerroff me you stupid cat!" I shouted.

"I am NOT a 'that'!" Malfoy shouted.

"WHATEVER!" I snapped. "Get the hell off!"

"Let me make this VERY clear," Malfoy hissed in a dangerous voice. "I am the Malfoy heir. If you EVER refer to me as a 'that' again, I will do a hell of a lot more than merely JUMP on you. Let me make something else apparent to your slow-witted Gryffindor brain. Just because I am a baby tiger changes NOTHING. I am still better than you! I am a pureblood—"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," I said grumpily, and I yanked my wand out of my pocket. "Expelliarmus!" I shouted, and Malfoy was blasted off of me. "You've had your turn, now allow me to make something evident to your pompous Slytherin ego. I have the wand."

Malfoy blinked, and realized something. Looking all over his body, he realized that his wand was nowhere to be found. He looked back up at me in astonishment. I was giving him a rather Malfoy-like smirk. "Where's my wand?" Malfoy growled.

"If you'd actually been listening to Snape and not lost in your daydreams about actually having a brain, you'd know that Snape is keeping it in his office for safekeeping until you can actually use it," I told him, my tone taking on a slightly triumphant edge. "Which means that I can do whatever I want to you, and then use a charm on you Hermione taught me, that would make it impossible for you to tell anyone what I'd done, and there's not a thing you can do about it."

Malfoy was gazing at me in complete astonishment, and then he said, with a slight grudging respect in his voice, "Are you sure you weren't supposed to be in Slytherin?"

"Well actually, the Sorting Hat did consider placing me in Slytherin, but I asked it not to, because I didn't want to be in the same house as gits like you." This wasn't the real reason, but it insulted Malfoy, so I wasn't complaining. I saw no reason why I shouldn't tell Malfoy that the Sorting Hat had wanted to put me in Slytherin; after all, we both knew that I wasn't Slytherin's heir.

Malfoy shook his head at me, disappointed. "Ah, you could have been so great," he said wistfully. "You do know that if you'd been put in Slytherin we'd probably be good friends now. And you'd almost certainly hate Weasel and the Mudblood now too—"

"Don't call her that," I said angrily, but he plowed on, ignoring me.

"And," he added, smirking. I wasn't quite sure how he could smirk, but he was most definitely doing so. Maybe I could tell his facial expressions too because of the little bit of potion that had gotten on me. "You might actually be competent in Potions, and I wouldn't be in this dreadful position."

I rolled my eyes and turned around, gazing at the room Dumbledore had left us in. I spluttered in indignation. The room was decorated in silver and green, the Slytherin colours. I glanced at Malfoy, who was now stretched out lazily on the dark green comforter of the bed. "Do you know why the room is decked out in Slytherin colours?" I asked crossly.

"Professor Snape thought that it would make me more comfortable, I suspect," Malfoy said, yawning and flexing his claws. I hated to say it, but he looked rather cute and cuddly all stretched out like that. I'd always preferred cats over dogs. Marge's dog, Ripper, had made sure of that. I wasn't a batty cat-lover like Mrs. Figg, but I still liked cats a lot. Though I would rather die than admit it to Malfoy, one of my dream pets had always been a White Siberian Tiger, and now I had one. The only problem was that it had Malfoy inside of it. Despite what he said, he actually looked more like a teenage tiger than a baby tiger.

"And don't you dare try changing it to Gryffindor colours," Malfoy snapped. "One thing Professor Snape whispered to me when you were dragging me off to Dumbledore's office was that he would be regularly checking on me to make sure I'm happy, and if he drops by and discovers the colours changed he will not be happy."

"Fine!" I snarled, and continued to inspect the room. There was a desk made of very fine mahogany wood, and chair that matched it. The couch seemed to be made of green velvet, and was sitting next to a rather large bookshelf. I frowned and went over to inspect the bookshelf. I couldn't see any titles on the books, which all seemed to be hard backed. I tried to pull one off of the shelf, but it wouldn't come. I paused for a second. Maybe this is like the Room of Requirement, I thought excitedly. I concentrated. Advanced Transfiguration, I thought, and pulled one of the books off of the shelf. This time, it came, and sure enough, Advanced Transfiguration was gleaming across its cover. I turned to Malfoy excitedly to tell him of this discovery, but he wasn't on the bed. I looked around anxiously, and spotted him heading towards the door.

"Whoa, where do you think you're going?" I asked hurriedly, sliding the book back onto the shelf and running to catch up with Malfoy.

"To dinner," Malfoy said grumpily. "This whole sordid affair has made me extremely hungry."

"WHAT! No, you can't!" I exclaimed.

"Why not?" He snarled, turning to face me. I backed away from the extremely aggravated cat, who, despite being shorter than me, probably weighed about twice as much. I felt very aware of the fact that I had foolishly left my wand on the other side of the room by the bookshelf.

"Because," I said patiently, trying to avoid letting him be aware of my blunder. "Dumbledore told me that you're not to go anywhere without me, and that neither of us are to leave this room until tomorrow."

"But WHY?" Malfoy exclaimed, getting angrier.

"Because Dumbledore needs to inform the school of what's happened," I said, though I was getting a bit pissed at him. Really, of all the obvious questions….

"But what the fuck does it MATTER?" Malfoy shouted at me.

I finally lost my patience. "Well," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "I have a little sneaking idea that's is because he doesn't want the entire school to go into a mass hysteria at seeing a giant CAT with huge FANGS who also happens to get irritated VERY easily walking through the goddamned HALLWAYS!"

"FINE!" Malfoy shouted.

"ALL RIGHTY THEN!" I shouted back. "Since you're so damn HUNGRY, you'll be pleased to know that there's a house-elf on his way up here to give you a nice tasty STEAK so you won't STARVE to death, you poor, deprived rich boy!"

"Well that's just FANTASTIC!" Malfoy yelled back at me. "I can't WAIT!"

"GOOD!"

"Um, sirs?" Said a timid voice. They both looked down. Four strange house-elves were standing there, one carrying a plate with four steaks on it, the second carrying a tray with one steak on it, with mashed potatoes and a small salad on it, the third holding a huge bowl of water, a glass, and a pitcher of iced pumpkin juice, and the fourth holding a chocolate cake. "Dinner is served."

The tension in the room broke. I sighed angrily and pointed my wand at the center of the room and conjured a large, round, wooden table. "Thank you," I murmured. "You can put the food there." They nodded eagerly and set the food down.

"Will you be needing anything else, sirs?" One of them, a female, asked kindly.

"A rope," both Malfoy and I muttered at the same time. We looked back at one another in disbelief, and then I cracked. I started out with a suppressed smile, but before long I was laughing hard outright. Malfoy started laughing too, and soon we were both laughing so hard tears were trickling out the corners of our eyes. Our laughter doubled when the elf, looking confusedly back and forth between me and Draco, said uncertainly, "What kind of rope, sirs?"

When I had finally calmed down enough to speak, I said, "I was…just kidding, and so was he. No, we don't need anything, thanks." All the elves sank into low bows and disappeared from the room with a pop. I glanced at Draco, and said, "Come, let's eat, I'm starving."

I ate eagerly, for I truly loved steak and mashed potatoes. We finished quickly, and I yawned, stretching out. Since it was the first day of classes, I had no homework and could go to sleep right now, something I planned on doing, since this was N.E.W.T. year, and I would almost certainly be getting about as much sleep as I had in O.W.L. year. That is to say, none. I glanced casually around the room, and then sat bolt upright, completely forgetting my sleepiness. My face drained of colour, and my lips and cheeks, which usually turned pleasantly pink after I'd just eaten, turned the colour that most people wanted Christmas to be.

Malfoy glanced at me, noticing my strange behavior, which, in and of itself was a miracle, considering that Malfoy is usually too self-centered to notice anything except his hair, making sure every strand is perfectly in place. "What's wrong with you?" He asked lazily.

I opened my mouth, closed it, then opened it again. "Spit it out already," Malfoy snapped, looking annoyed again. "Unless someone's placed a Silencing Charm on you."

"Th-the bed…" I stammered.

"Yeah," Malfoy said, glancing at it. "What about it?"

"There's only one," I whispered. Malfoy frowned, looking around, and found that I was indeed right, though, oddly, he didn't seem too perturbed by this.

"Fancy that," he said lightly. "Guess that means you'll be bunking on the floor then."

My mouth snapped shut. "WHAT?" I exclaimed, for what felt like the millionth time that night. "What do you mean I'll be sleeping on the floor? You're the animal, you should be sleeping on the floor."

"I'm the pureblood," Malfoy replied haughtily. "Besides, remember what Professor Snape said? If I'm unhappy it'll end badly for you."

I got up and grabbed my wand off of the bookshelf, raising it threateningly. "Be careful, Malfoy, or I'll turn you into something disgusting, like a toad."

Malfoy's eyes widened at this. "You wouldn't!" He gasped. "But toads have…" he lowered his voice dramatically. "Warts. Besides, they're icky, and they don't have hair," he said, as though this was a horrific prospect, not having hair.

"I would," I told him grimly. "What's more, I'd place that charm on you, you know, the one Hermione taught me, so you couldn't tell Snape what happened."

Malfoy's eyes narrowed, and he thought about this for a few seconds, before coming to a decision. "Okay, I'll make a deal with you, Potter. We share the bed, and I don't get turned into anything disgusting, all right?"

"Deal," I said. I knew it was the best I was going to get. It would be a cold day in hell before Malfoy agreed to sleep on the couch. I stuck out my hand and he placed his paw in it. We shook on it. He let his claws sink into my hands, and I knew that it was his quiet revenge against me doing this, and a silent promise that once he became a human, he was going to get some serious payback. But I didn't care. All I cared about was that I would get to sleep on that oh-so soft looking bed tonight.

"And don't even think about trying to break my wand or hurt me," I said, performing a quick spell on both my wand and myself. "Or else the consequences will be horrific."

"Whatever," he muttered. I could tell he was in a bad mood, but I really didn't care. I undressed, very aware that he was still in the same room, but ignoring it. I got into bed after extinguishing the lights. I sank underneath the velvet covers into the silver satin sheets. 'Oh yeah,' I thought drowsily. 'This is even better than my bed in the Gryffindor dorm.' Malfoy leaped up into the bed and settled down beside me on top of the covers. 'Maybe this won't be so bad. I mean yeah, he was a bit difficult, but I mean, it could be worse. He could be completely uncooperative and actually make me turn him into something. Ah, well. Just have to take this one day at a time….'

A/N: Aww, poor Harry. He doesn't realize that Draco's difficultness is only just beginning. Well, he'll soon find out! Read and review, y'all! As you know, the next chapter will be done from Draco's POV by Princesspepper. Hope you liked this chapter. Adios!

-CatJetRat