A/N: I want to see if I like it, but for this chapter at least anything in ~ ...~ are the characters thoughts, so ~you know that~ is Mia's thought of something for example. I just want to see if I prefer the style to putting 'she thought' at the end or something. Just leave a review if you're confused or if you don't like it so I can get your opinion!

"I think you got off pretty easily" she commented after several seconds had passed. "At least it wasn't a toad or something" Draco turned his head slowly in her direction, glowering, not finding it remotely funny. In fact, he'd be lucky to not be traumatised!
"Potter laughed at me" he hissed, walking over to the door and kicking it.
"And I'm pretty sure the door didn't laugh, so it doesn't deserve to be abused"
~Although it probably would have if it wasn't inanimate~
She tried to keep a stern voice, but it really wasn't working. What did it matter if Harry laughed? She would've laughed too if she'd been there. Then again, that probably wouldn't have made him feel any better. The brunette stood up, joining the other beside the door. "Moody's a crazy old wizard who probably does that to loads of people," she rested a hand lightly on his shoulder, half surprised when he didn't flinch away. She had no idea what was prompting his mood changes and the idea of him being schizophrenic once again struck her. The blonde let out a shaky sigh, the first real sign of how much the incident had affected him. It wasn't so much that he'd been turned into a ferret that was a problem, hell that had just been weird considering for several worrying seconds all he'd wanted to do was find a warm place and bury away, but Potter had been there. Potter had had the nerve to laugh! That news couldn't reach his father. The idea of it would make Lucius angry, let alone the reality. No. This was bad. Though not as bad as the comforting feeling Mia's hand was bringing.
"Don't you have a class?" he asked, stepping out of her reach and going back to a shelf, pretending to be interested by one of the books. Mia blinked wondering what had gone on in his head.
"No, it's 4pm" she answered.
~You know I don't, what are you playing at?~
The brunette followed him, but refrained from touching his shoulder this time. Was he genuinely confused about why she was there, or just trying to get rid of her?

"Draco?" he didn't turn around, and whatever book he was looking at was obviously doing a better job at holding his interest. "Don't make me start using the nickname 'Ferret'" she warned. It worked at least.
"Don't you dare" his voice had dropped several octaves and taken on a threatening tone to the point that the younger wasn't sure how much was joking and how much was real.
"Then try talking to me ferret boy" she had to dodge a swipe of his arm that had been aimed for her head but it was worth it. "I thought they were quite co ordinate animals?" the past weeks had been far too tense for any kind of teasing or joking, but whatever wall had been built between the two now started to crumble as Mia ran behind the side of bed, grinning over at the blonde on the other side.
"If I'm a ferret what the hell are you?" he dived across the bed, causing the other the back step quickly towards the bedroom door, yanking it open and proceed down the stairs two at a time. Draco scrambled up, his earlier dive throwing his balance slightly as he pursued. He wanted to at least appear annoyed as he sped through the castle after the laughing brunette, but a smile was creeping too his features. She was faster than him, though her bursts of speed only held for several seconds. People were generally stepping to the sides as they ran around the corners, not wanting to be caught in the race, an the ones who stood watching were easily dodged thanks to the quidditch players agility.
"What makes you think I'm any kind of animal?" Mia questioned over her shoulder as she skidded to a stop in the now empty courtyard. The wind was out in full force today, so all the students, including the Durmstrang boys who were used to terrible conditions were huddled inside the castle.
"Some kind of cat" he commented, stopping a few meters in front of her. "Big cat" he amended as she shot him a sceptical look. "Maybe a cheetah, your fast but can't keep it up, and you're scary as hell when pissed off" the brunette opened her mouth to argue but realised he really wasn't that far off.
"And how well do cheetahs and ferrets get on?"
~I hope it's better than we have recently~
She kept eye contact with the blonde, though was secretly trying to plan an escape route. If he advanced forward any further she'd end up getting wedged against a wall. Then again...
"I don't think they're meant to" he muttered wearily, the smile fading slightly. Whether he was on about the metaphor or the two themselves she wasn't sure. Mia shrugged, fidgeting from foot to foot, disliking the sudden drop in mood. Ok, she could see where he was coming from that they probably weren't meant to be friends, but somewhere along the way they had and she didn't want that to change.
"Well I think they do" the blonde blinked at the matter-of-fact way she'd said it, momentarily catching him off guard. He'd almost forgotten how stubborn she could be when backed into a corner. Speaking of corners.. Draco took another predatory like step forward, watching as the beater backed up.
"Where are you expecting to run to?" he asked trying to hide a smile when she made another run for it, catching her around the waist. "That didn't work very well did it" he murmured, a sly smirk covering his features as he gazed down at the brunette. Mia met his eyes, trying to look as innocent and doe eyed as possible.
"Re-do?" she gave a squeak, trying to squirm out of his grasp as he tickled her, but his strength was easily holding her in place. "Stop!" she screamed still struggling, though the laugher in her voice suggested otherwise. She didn't really want him to but at the same time being unable to catch a breath wasn't really a good option.
Thankfully he did stop the assault and dropped his hands, letting her gasp in oxygen whilst glaring at him. "Uncalled for" he merely shrugged, stretching his arms up over his head. Personally he thought it was a very reasonable reaction and stopping when he had had been more than kind. He knew she didn't really mind it anyway. The older Slytherin brushed his hair out of his eyes, muttering a curse argue wind.
"Come on" he said once the others breathing had returned to a regular rhythm, the idea of staying out in this weather any longer not too appealing. The brunette stood upright, glancing around before nodding. Nobody appeared to have paid any attention to the two Slytherins, which was probably for the best in Draco's opinion.
"Ok" she agreed, pushing her own hair back and heading into the castle again. No, it wasn't too fun staying out there with the wind whipping at the back of her neck.