A/N: OKAY! This is the first story that I'm writing that I plan on completing and not leaving to rot in the bottom of some unused cauldron in Professor Snape's lab…

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns everyone and everything except Avery Daegan, our lovely main character, and my idea of a plot. This story will have some language, smut, and other M characteristics, so if you don't like that, then don't read. If you are still intrigued, but don't want to read smut, I will warn you at the beginning of each chapter if there is. Okay? Okay! On with the story!

BRRRRIIIIINNNNGGGG!

The alarm was ringing so loud in my ear that I shot up in bed. The dream I had been having was unreal, seeing as my professor and secret love was the main focus of it. Sighing, I pulled back the baby blue striped comforter and put my feet on the cold floor.

'Damn muggle alarm. Figures Mum would buy me THIS particular one.'

My alarm was made to go off, and if I didn't hit snooze or dismiss in 5 seconds, it rolled off my nightstand and around me room until I got up to shut it off. The "perfect" birthday present from my mother, seeing as I was never an early bird.

Once I caught the damned alarm, I shut it off and slammed it angrily back on my stand.

"Avery! Are you up? You're going to be late!"

Oh mother, how could I forget? Today was my first day back at Hogwarts for my seventh year. It was bittersweet, in a way I would no longer attend the school this time next year, but at the same time, I could perhaps get closer to…

'NO!' My mind screamed, 'Do not think about that!'

Walking around the bottom of my bed, a soft grey paw darted out and batted my foot. Smiling, I reached down to lift up the cover, and was greeted by the large gold eyes of my kitten, Salem. He backed up and swatted at my hand when I tried to grab him, and darted to the door. I opened the door and he raced down the steps, where my mother was yelling for me again.

"I'm up! I'm up!" I responded.

"Well that's wonderful, but dear, we need to leave in 45 minutes if we are going to make it to King's Cross in time." My father spoke from behind his Daily Prophet. I froze. I was nowhere near ready. Perks of being a procrastinator. I grabbed a blueberry waffle from the stack on the table, and ran back upstairs.

"She never is prepared, is she?"

"No dear, but she's more like you in that way."

. . . . . . . . . . . .

"Hurry, mum!" I frantically said from the backseat. It was 10:58 and the gate would close in two minutes. I HAD to get on the train! Mum pulled up next to the sidewalk, and I jumped out. My trunk already have been shrunk and in my pocket.

"I love you! I'll owl you!" I yelled back at the car as I raced towards platforms 9 and 10. I clutched Salem to my chest, and turning my head back around, I couldn't stop in time, and ran smack into something, or rather, someone.

"Blasted girl! What is your rush?" Came the furious yell from the gentleman who was knocked on the ground along with me on top. I knew that voice…

"Professor Snape?"

"GET. OFF. ME. MISS. DAEGAN."

"Professor! I'm so sorry! I-I…"

"SAVE IT! Why are you in such a rush?"

I stood up and offered a hand to the Potions Master. He pushed it away and got up. Brushing his robes off, he started to ask again.

Mewing distracted us as Salem had flown from my arms and was rubbing against the gateway to 9 3/4.

Just then, the clock struck 11:00 and I was stranded in King's Cross, with the most foul man known in Hogwarts, who just so happened to be my secret crush.