So, Kayla likes George and then at the end of this chapter it gets super mysterious like "what the hell's gonna happen?" I probably just really confused you! Muahahahahaha.

~By the way, I'm not J.K Rowling, obviously. I'm sure she has no clue that my O.C's, Kayla and Anthony, exist. *Sigh*

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"Great game, George." I congratulated the soaking wet, red headed, quidditch player. I don't think he heard me though since they were all running to the hospital wing with Harry's unconscious body.

He turned his head real quick. "Thanks!" He turned back around and kept helping with the limp body.

"I don't know what you see in him, Kayla." Anthony Draken grumbled from next to me.

I shrugged. "I dunno what I see in him either, he's just, perfect."

"Okay, for one: he's always in detention and two: all he does is play pranks on people who aren't Gryffindors." Anthony scowled in my direction.

"Oh, just because you got hit with a bucket of green goo one time doesn't mean you should hate him. He was just having a bit of fun, Ant." I told my best mate with a simple roll of my eyes.

"It took me weeks to get that stuff out of my hair!" Anthony complained. He waved his hands in the air.

"That's because you refused to take it out with magic until I finally helped you." I told the supposedly smart Ravenclaw. "I thought Ravenclaw's were smart anyway. Why didn't you think of that in the first place?"

"I dunno." Anthony muttered as he placed his hands in his pockets and looked towards the ground.

It was pouring rain out and thunder was clapping viciously in the sky. I didn't mind it though, I loved thunder. Apparently when I was born there was one single clap of thunder, which explains my middle name Stormy.

Oh, you might want to be introduced to me real quick wouldn't you? My name's Kayla Stormy Cloud, I'm in Gryffindor and I'm a muggle born witch. This bloke walking next to me is Anthony Black Draken, and yes, he's part of the Black family line. He's in Ravenclaw and a half-bood.

I heard Slytherin's behind us cheering and laughing at the fact of Harry being unconscious. Slytherin's annoyed me, a lot. Just because I'm a muggle-born all they do is make fun of me. That dumb ass Draco Malfoy calls me mudblood all the time. I'll get back at him someday.

"I knew he would get hurt. He's not all what everyone says he is." Chuckled the annoying prat, Draco Malfoy from behind us.

I turned around and stopped directly in front of the dripping wet slick haired blonde boy. "Shut up, Malfoy! Harry could really be hurt!"

"Have a crush, mudblood?" Malfoy asked me with a sly smirk.

"Stop calling me that!" I shouted. I forced him backwards with one push of both hands.

"Don't touch me you filthy little –"

"Can it, Malfoy!" Anthony finally stepped in and yelled.

By the time I looked at Anthony his wand was drawn from his pocket, as was Malfoy's.

"Stupid blood-traitor, you won't hurt me." Malfoy taunted Anthony. "Too much of a goody-goody aren't you?"

"Call her a, you-know-what again and I will." Anthony growled back at him.

Malfoy's face began to look frightened. Everyone knew well enough that Anthony was spectacular at dueling. Especially after last year's dueling club; he beat Malfoy's arse as well as mine.

Malfoy lowered his wand and shoved it back in his pocket. He stood still and stared at us for a moment, Crabbe and Goyle on his left and right both glaring at us.

"You'll be sorry next time." He muttered to both of us. He walked in-between us, pushing us both to the side.

I balanced myself upright and looked at Anthony who was putting his wand back in his pocket.

"Thanks." I told him. "But you know he'll never stop calling me that."

"I know, I just don't like it." Anthony said and gave me a weak smile. "C'mon, let's go see how Harry's doing."

Anthony and I raced each other to the inside of the castle, pushing and shoving each other's arms playfully as we half slipped on the muddy ground. When entering the castle we still continued to race each other to the hospital wing. As we turned a tight corner we bumped into a black, bat-like, figure. Professor Snape.

"How many times do I have to tell you both? No running about the corridors!" Snape spat at as both, spit emerging from his mouth.

I grimaced at the sight of his saliva flying past my head.

"And how many times do I have to tell you to wash your hair?" I mumbled as I looked away, not daring to eye the professor that despised me so much.

"What was that, Miss. Cloud?" Professor Snape asked me, trying to fix his eyes on mine.

I forced a slightly sarcastic-like smile. "Nothing professor, we'll just be going now."

I linked arms with Anthony and strode past the greasy-hair professor.

"I see why he hates you, Kay." Anthony whispered to me. He sort of chuckled as he finished his sentence.

I shrugged. I hated Professor Snape just as much as he hated me. We had our reasons and I find them childish and stupid, but, oh well.

As we entered the hospital wing Harry was just beginning to wake up. I heard Ron Weasley tell him something about his broomstick. I ran to the left of Harry's bedside and looked at the remains of his broomstick which Ronald held.

"Oh, Harry your broom." I said sorrowfully. "I'm sorry."

Harry didn't reply, he looked very fixed on the pile of rubbish Ron held in his arms. I hadn't noticed that George was standing directly to my left. At first I thought it was Anthony but when I looked over I saw that the boy next to me had tangled red hair and Gryffindor quidditch robes on. I looked away quickly as George looked down at me the moment I looked up.

Being the shy person I am, well around blokes anyway, I turned to Anthony and told him I forgot about an essay Snape told us to write on werewolves.

We both walked at a quick pace out of the Hospital Wing.

"I thought you all ready had it done?" Anthony asked me, really confused. "You never have any homework to do on weekends."

"I just need to add a couple more inches to it and it'll be perfect." I told him.

Anthony turned his head and looked at me with a mischievous-looking smile. "You were too afraid to talk to George, weren't you?"

I looked away from Anthony's smiling, yet very accurately correct, face. "N-no." I stammered and then blushed.

I heard him chuckle a quick sigh and look forward again. He ran his hand through his thick black longish hair and continued to walk with me to the Gryffindor common room.

As we approached the portrait of the fat lady I turned around and gave Anthony a hug before muttering the password to enter my house.

I passed the many moping Gryffindors that were sitting around the fire, upset about the loss of the quidditch match. I ran up the stairs and into my dormitory. It was empty, thankfully. I ran into the loo, hoping my hair didn't look too bad.

Merlin's beard! It's a mess! I ran my hand through the light brown long wavy hair that sat on my head in a million little strands. I grabbed my blue brush that sat on one of the sinks and started brushing.

As I brushed my hair I caught my own eyes staring back at me in the mirror. They were beginning to narrow and turn a gray color, aside from the normal blue.

Shit.

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