(A/N) Glad you guys enjoyed the first chap. I'll try to throw some Harry/Kittie into this, cuz i kinda missed it too. Anyways! Enjoy!

Disclaimers: I own all of Europe, but let's see...no,no, I don't think I own Harry Potter...

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Kittie rubbed the back of her neck for the hundreth time. Her neck was becoming raw. She froze. She definately heard something. Keeping her eyes on the book, she perked her ears.

Whoever was in the study was well aware of the sound they made and froze too. Satisfied that she didn't jump up, they continued to search books.

Kittie slowly rose from her seat and silently placed the book down. In the single candle light, she saw a shadow pull a book from the far shelf. She ran to it and tackled it to the ground. Pressing their broad shoulders to the ground, she raised her right hand back, fireball ready.

She gaped. The light from the fireball sent shadows dancing on Draco's face. "Draco?! What are you doing here?!" She whispered harshly.

He swallowed and shot a nervous glance at the fireball in her hand. Kittie cupped her hand so that the fire served as a light source. She stood up, and using her other hand, helped Draco up too.

"I-er-I...Well, actually this is my tent. Or was supposed to be. Anyways, I keep this potion that heals bruises and cuts in a book in here. I wanted to get it before the match tomarrow."

Kittie nodded. "Alright. But why didn't you ask me earlier for it? You wouldn't have had to sneak out here in the middle of the night."

"I couldn't find you! I take it you discovered the wonderful Library of the Malfoys?" He glanced at the book she was reading. Kittie was glad for the faint light, as bad as she was blushing.

"Er. Yeah. Sorry, I know I should have asked your permission first-"

"Keep it."

"What?"

"The Ancient witches and wizards bore me. Mother only buys them because she thinks I'm interested. Or should be, at any rate. So, whatever you find in here on the subject, keep them. Knock yourself out."

Kittie's face paled and she fought to keep from bouncing on her toes. "Uh, thanks Drake."

He smiled and picked up the book he had pulled from the shelf. Opening it, he held up a small vial. Kittie eyed the small amount left in it.

"You're running out. If you need anymore, I'll be happy to make it."

"Thanks, but remember? Potions is the only class I'm actually good in."

"There's a reason for that." Kittie muttured, closing the book and putting it on the shelf.

"Sorry?"

"Nothing. Good Night, Draco."

"See you at the match tomarrow. You're rooting for the Hawks, right?"

"Er-no. Cannons."

Draco huffed. "Then let's make a wager. 60 galleons on the Hungarian Hawks."

"Make it 50 and you got a bet."

They shook hands and Kittie shoved him out of the study. "Draco!" She whispered.

"Huh?"

"You forgot your potion!" She threw him the vial and he caught it over his head.

"Right. Enjoy those books."

"Right. And Drake?"

"Hmm?"

"Cannons Rule."

He stuck his tounge out at her and shut the tent flap behind him.

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Harry opened his eyes a crack. The first sight that greeted him was something brillant orange scuffling around the room. He sat up.

"Ron?"

Ron jumped up, a pair of pink socks in his hands. "Er. Sorry. Didn't mean to wake you. Kittie woke us early for face paint and stuff. She was going to wake you up in a few minutes."

"Right. But-Are those socks pink?!"

Ron immediatly hid them behind his back. "Um, yeah. Ginny and the girls played a really mean trick on me over the summer. It took nearly a week to get the pink to drain out of my room. Some of it still stuck on my whites, however." He shivered.

Harry snickered and Ron threw his orange hoodie at him. "Come on. You have got to see everyone."

As he ran out, Harry sat up and cracked his neck. He pulled on his hoodie and a pair of jeans. Still attempting to flatten his hair, he walked into the kitchen.

He stopped and soon, he was laying on the floor, shaking with laughter.

Kittie's hair was half orange, half black. A large "C" was on either side of her head, the opposite color of whatever the hair on that side was sporting. She wore orange pants with a flying cannon on back of her left calf. Her shirt was black, and off-shoulder. She sneered at him.

"I don't know why you're laughing, Harry. You're next."

Harry raised his eyes to Ginny, whom Kittie was working on. Her face was half black and orange, with a large "CC" across her features. She adjusted her orange robes and Kittie stopped painting the rest of the last "C", to look at her.

"And stop moving!"

She whined and froze. Harry looked at Ron, and burst into laughter again. His face was black with orange stripes. He wore orange robes and his orange baseball cap was on the counter.

Kittie added the last touch on Ginny's face. She shooed her off the counter and turned to Harry.

"What?" He said.

She patted the counter in front of her.

"Oh, no. You're insane. I wouldn't be caught dead looking like...like...don't look at me like that!"

Kittie was batting her eyes and her lower lip was sticking out. He couldn't explain the way the puppy-dog look worked for her. What made it worse was the pitful whining she was making deep in her throat.

Harry sighed. "Fine. But not too much okay?"

After about half an hour, Kittie stepped back and grinned. "Perfect." She handed him a mirror.

Harry's jaw dropped. "What did you do to me?!"

His hair was spiked with the tips turned orange. A single orange line sliced across his face. A black "C" layed on either side of the line. Kittie's grin grew.

"I gave you team spirit."

"I'm wiping this off-"

"Harry! Please don't! You look great! Honest!"

Ron walked in from his room. He stopped. "Wow, Harry. She obviously made more of an effort on you!"

Hermione grinned from behind him. Kittie groaned. "Ron! You messed up her make-up!"

Ron's face heated as Kittie attempted to un-blur Hermione's face. Ginny was reaching for the forks. Fred grabbed her hand. "What are you doing?"

"I passed his room going to the bathroom. I'm sticking forks in my eyes. Is there a problem?"

George pulled the silverware away. "Yes, there's a problem! You're not giving our beautiful brown eyes a bad name!"

Hermione's face heated. Kittie turned to her. "You really shouldn't leave your diary laying around..."

Hermione leapt off the stool and chased the twins while they continued to qoute her diary, that they obviously memorized.

Harry watched in amusement as Hermione leapt over the back of the couch to snatch the small, black book out of their grasp.He turned back to the mirror.

"What part of 'not too much' don't you understand?"

Kittie shrugged. "When will it hit you that I know no boundries?"

Harry cocked his head to the side, still looking at his reflection. "I guess it's alright..."

"Exactly. That's because I'm a genius."

Harry laughed and put the mirror down. "Aren't we vain this morning?"

Kittie stuck her nose in the air and switched her hips, mockenly. "I have every right to be."

Mr. Weasley stepped out of a far room, stretching. He stopped. "What the-"

"Good Morning!" Kittie said, quickly. "The eggs are on the stove, and the toast is on the counter. Eat up."

Mr. Weasley stared at the twins, who had identical face paint. "What did you do to my children?!" He turned to Harry. "And Harry too?!"

Kittie snickered. "Just getting ready for the game." She held up a small paintbrush. "Want some?"

He flopped on the stool on the far counter. "Er. I'll pass. I have to look professional. That won't work too well if I'm half orange."

Harry forced a laugh with the rest of the kids. Kittie check her watch, which was charmed orange. "Hurry and eat. We have to leave in ten minutes, or it'll take forever to get to our seats."

Ten minutes later, they were passing through small stands, offering binoculars, teddy bears, and games. Harry stopped at a booth that had a knife throwing contest. Kittie pulled on his arm.

"Come on. We don't have time-"

"Nonsense, young lady!" The man behind the booth said, toothly. "You just pop the small balloon by throwing a knife. And depending on your score, you win a prize!"

Ron perked up in interest. "What kind of prize?"

The man waved his hands to teddy bears on the ceiling. Harry could see between two fluffy pink rabbits, a pair of ominculars (A/N forgot how to spell. SNOW DAY!!!) hanging by the string.

"How much?" Draco's vioce drawled from behind Ron. Harry turned to see the three girls, leaning forward whispering to each other. The three of them shook hands and sat up, grinning smugly.

"Only a mere 5 galleons."

Ron paled. "5 gal-" He stopped. One of the twins had just pressed 10 galleons in his hands. Pocketing half of it, Ron handed the man five galleons.

Harry and Draco paid the man and Ron stepped up first. Harry stifled a laugh. He held the knife by the handle.

It bounced on the wall behind the balloon and clattered to the floor. The man forced his face into a look of concern. Hermione groaned and handed both Kittie and Ginny five galleons.

Draco stepped in front of Harry and picked up the knife. It whistled through the air and poped the balloon. Harry gaped. "You're not Kittie's only student." Draco muttured as the man pulled a black and red bear off the ceiling.

Ron turned purple as Draco handed Ginny the bear, and gave her a peck on the cheek before sweeping towards the top box.

Harry stepped up. Holding the steel lightly, he flung it at the balloon. It poped. He immediatly pointed to the omniculars. The man looked suprised and took them down. "I take it your a seeker, huh?"

"Yeah. How'd you know?"

"I didn't even know those were there."

Harry smiled and handed the omniculars to Kittie. She draped the string around her neck and kissed Harry's cheek. Mr. Weasley walked up and stopped at Ginny.

"Where did the bear come from?"

"I-er-I won it." Ginny stuttered. Mr. Weasley cocked his eyebrows and scanned the growing crowd. "So where's Draco?"

Ginny paled. "Let's go, shall we?"

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Harry fidgeted in his seat. Kittie was enjoying the new use of her omniculars by making the Hawks pick their nose again, or picking their wedgies again.

A small group of teenagers sat in the seat behind them. Harry stiffened. It was the same group from the night before. Nikki sneered at Kittie. Kittie dropped the omniculars, and they hit her chest.

Ron pulled on Harry's collar. "They're not from Hogwarts. Where are they from?"

"America." Kittie whispered.

Ginny leaned forward too. "How can you tell?"

"Their accents, of course."

She sat back and Nikki shoved her feet into the back of her chair. Kittie spun around.

"Get your feet off my chair, or I will be sticking them up your-"

"Ah! There's Kittie!" Fudge said, suddenly appearing next to her. Nikki paled and dropped her feet.

"Yes, Minister?"

"Can I have a word with you, before the match?"

Kittie nodded and stood. He pulled her out of earshot and after everything he said, she nodded. Until he asked something else, and Kittie shook her head. He nodded and she sat back down.

"What was that about?" Harry whispered.

"Lupin."

"Ah."

Harry looked to his right. A man with sandy blond hair was sitting next to him. He shot him a small smile. "I'm Derek McBranster. I'm the announcer." He threw out his chest. "And you are...Harry Potter!"

He yelled the last part as he noticed his scar. The entire front row jumped. Kittie rubbed her ear. Derek looked at her. She cocked her eyebrows. "Do I have something on my face?"

He blinked. "Uh. No. But do I know you?"

She shrugged. "Probely not. I never got out much."

Harry bit his lip and cleared his throat as Derek continued to stare, trying to place her. He blinked again. Fudge nodded to him.

By then, the entire stadium was filled with people. Nikki was whispering something to another girl.

"Excuse me." Derek pointed his wand to his throat. His vioce suddenly boomed all over the stadium.

"Welcome to the first game of the season! Chudley Cannons against the Hungarian Hawks!"

Harry was relieved that his vioce didn't boom in his ear and watched as blurs of orange/black and black/red zoomed around the bottom of the pitch.

Ron and Kittie leapt to their feet, leaning over the rail. Hermione grabbed them both and pulled them down again.

"And for the Hawks' opening!" Large black birds flew out from nowhere and circled the crowd, dropping ruby eggs.

One fell on Kittie's lap and she handed it to Draco, who was sitting with his parents. Lucius sneered. A Hawk player hovered in front of her. He threw a lock of black hair out of his eyes.

"You're rooting for the wrong side, Cutie!"

Harry swelled up. Kittie shot him a warning look and turned back to the Hawk. "If the Chudley Cannons are wrong, then I suppose it was a mistake that they smashed you last time!"

He sneered. "Not me! I'm the new seeker." He held out his hand that Kittie didn't take. He dropped it and shrugged. "Your loss, Babe!"

He flew to the rest of the team. Nikki squealed behind her. "You're such an idiot! That was Sean Grander! That most eligable bachelor of the year!"

Kittie scoffed. "I wonder why."

Derek lightly laughed and yelled. "And now! The Cannons' opening!"

Everyone jumped to their feet. A large cannon flew over their heads' showering them with orange sparks and glitter. After about seven of them finished circling the crowd, they exploded, and candy flew everywhere.

"And the snitch and bludgers are released. Madame Werdeck releases the quaffle and the game begins! Harpfort! Katrios!Harpfort! The Hawks' steal it! Janson! Thophort!"

Harry turned his omniculars up to Sean Grander and Keith Densrote. They circled the game, keeping an eye out for the snitch.

He turned back to the game.

"And the Hawks' score!" Kittie hissed. "And it's Harpfort! Glentore! Katrios! Glentore! Harpfort! And they...SCORE!"

Ron and Kittie were nearly falling out of the box by this time, yelling themselves hoarse.

"Janson! Kinkrite! Thophort! Janson! Thophort! And the Cannons' steal it! Harpfort! Glentore! And-wait a minute. Densrote sees the snitch!"

Keith was suddenly diving, with Sean at his heels. Sean suddenly threw himself off his broom and tackled Keith. Keith veered off, trying to stay on the broom.

"You cheating, shit-eating, punk! Get him, ref!" Kittie screamed.

Three large men flew up to the fighting seekers. They pulled Sean off of Keith and he mounted his broom again.

"Penalty shot! I'm sure I've never seen anything like this!"

Keith wiped blood of his lip and turned to where Haprfort scored.

"20-10 to the Cannons'! And Janson steals it! Thophort! Kinkrite! Janson! Kinkrite! And they...SCORE!"

Kittie and Ron hissed again. Nikki scowled. "Please, you sorry slut. I hope you didn't put your life savings in this game. It might knock you down to homeless. Though I think you're close enough to it anyways." She yelled over the cheers and hisses, taking in the Weasley's battered robes. Ginny snapped and lunged herself on her.

Harry leapt to his feet as Ginny grabbed a chunk of Nikki's blonde hair and ripped. Nikki screamed and thrashed. Mr. Weasley jumped to his feet. "Ginny! Get off of her right now!"

Ginny stood and Nikki took the opportunity to tackle her to the ground. She twisted her arm behind her back, and a loud *crack!* sliced the air. Ginny yelled.

Kittie's face turned red and she kicked Nikki off Ginny. Ginny scrambled up, her arm hanging loosley by her side. "She broke my arm!" She said in disbelief to Ron.

Nikki and Kittie rolled on the floor, a whirl of yells and fists. Nikki's foot shot out and hit Kittie's jaw. She spat blood at her, staining Nikki's blonde hair.

Kittie broke her nose and kicked her stomach, standing up. Draco leapt up, and he and Harry held Kittie back as she fought to get back into the fight.

Nikki stood up, her blood flowing down her face. She leapt forward, unbound, and she,Kittie,Harry,and Draco hit the ground.

She and Kittie rolled on the floor again and Kittie climbed on her back, ripping hair.

A cloud of blonde hair flew and Harry reached through the mess, pulling Kittie off Nikki. One of the boys' grabbed Nikki and held her back, nearly bald.

"What a game! And the Cannons' win! 180-30!"

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MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Kittie's not a people person is she? Anyways, today is a SNOW DAY!! NO SCHOOL!! It rarely snows in NC and everytime it does by the coast, we get out of school! And we only got two inches! Review!