Chapter One

Kaitlin closed her book, sighed, stretched, and yawned. Then she rolled over, almost off the bed, but she caught herself in time. That is, until she saw the great light that was nearly solid lying on the floor. She lost her hold in shock and plummeted off of her high bed to the floor. At least, that's what she was expecting. Instead, she hit a bed.

She looked up and shrieked. Why? She found out two things about her surroundings. One: she was in a large canopy that was not her floor or her bed; two: there was a redhead that was decidedly and deliciously male.

She rolled off this bed (thank god she hit the floor this time) untangled herself from the curtains, stood up, and began to back up from the occupied bed. She backed up into some she decided was also male before she even turned around, and then she turned around.

She looked up into some surprised, gorgeous, emerald-green eyes. His dark hair was messed up from sleep and he was wearing only his boxers. He looked her up and down. Then he smirked a very knowing smirk. Kaitlin looked down at herself only to realize that she was only wearing her black lace bra and matching thong. That's what she usually went to bed in.

She blushed fiercely as the boy turned to the bed and yelled, "Oy Ron! Wake up!"

"What do you want Harry?" said the drowsy redhead named Ron.

"Who's your friend?"

"What friend?"

"The one that you slept with."

"I didn't sleep with anyone last night Harry," said Ron confusedly.

"Then why was she in your bed Ron?" asked Harry exasperatedly.

At this point somebody else cut in and said, "Wow Ron, she's a hell of a lot prettier than the last girl we found in your bed."

Harry looked amused, but Ron snapped, "Shut up, Neville!"

"Whatever," muttered Neville.

Harry turned back to Ron. "Did you get drunk last night?"

"No Harry, I swear! Well, I might have had a little to drink, but I don't think I had enough to get drunk! Honestly Harry, I didn't."

Harry shook his head and said warningly, "Ron, did you?"

"I didn't sleep with her Harry!"

Here Kaitlin cut in and stated quite matter of factly, "I most certainly did not sleep with him."

Ron looked over at her and his mouth dropped open. "Damn, I wish I had slept with her. She's fine Harry!"

Harry grinned appreciably. Kaitlin shot a death glare at them both and crossed her arms in front of her. Just then she noticed all of the other boys in the room silently watching. She rolled her eyes.

"Is anyone going to tell me where I am?" she asked annoyed. She looked around the room again and sighed dejectedly.

Ron, eyes still wide answered, "Why, your at Hogwarts. Where else would you be?"

"And where is this Hogwarts located?" Kaitlin asked annoyed.

"I don't know, I suppose it's in England or somewhere close by. Why?"

"Because I have no idea how I got here," she said hopelessly as she shivered. Ron reached down and reluctantly handed her a shirt that he had picked up off the floor near his bed.

She took it gratefully and pulled it over her head. Once she had pulled her wavy dark hair out of the collar she flashed him a playful smile, "The way y'all were looking at me, I didn't think anyone wanted me dressed." Her bright green eyes flashed at the boys.

"Yeah, well, we didn't, but you looked cold and if you got sick, you weren't likely to sleep with us," Ron said uncomfortably.

She smiled evilly at him.

"Y'all? What kind of a word is that? And what's your name?" asked Ron not noticing.

"It means you-all and it's a Southern U.S.A. kind of word," she said sassily. "My name is Kaitlin."

"Is that where you are from?" asked Harry.

"Yeah, Alabama," she nodded. "Born and raised in the South and proud of it. I'm a red-neck woman." She started humming some song as if in a trance.

All the boys in the room, there were about six of them, continued to stare at her with hunger in their eyes.

Harry looked away and directed his gaze at Ron, "So, you really didn't sleep with her?"

Both Ron and Kaitlin said, "NO!" at the same time. Ron pleadingly and Kaitlin annoyed.

"Just making sure. That look could kill me, but luckily it didn't," Harry said grinning.

Neville shook his head and said, "You should probably get her to Dumbledore you know."

All reluctantly gave approval and Harry handed her a robe. She shrugged it on as the two boys shrugged robes of their own on and they headed off down the hall, Ron on her left and Harry on her right. They met nobody along the way.