Sorry if this chapter isn't that action packed :/

The first class of the first day, potions. Since she had no idea where in the hell she was going, Kacie was the last to arrive to the dungeons where potions class took place.

"Miss Szabo I presume?" A man with greasy black hair asked when she walked in, late.

Kacie nodded a little nervously and the teacher said, "That'll be ten points from Gryffindor."

She sighed and sat down in the only available seat, which was next to a Ravenclaw with curly hair and glasses.

"These will be your seats for the rest of the year."

Most of the kids groaned while two Slytherin kids, a boy with crazy hair and a girl with short hair, high fived.

"Today we will be brewing a simple potion that-" The kids started to tune out of his boring lecture about the potion and it's origin.

"If you'll turn to page 4 in your books-" Materials appeared on the table in a flash and everyone started to work quietly, not wanting to get on the teachers bad side.

Bruce and Kacie finished the easy potion first and were now looking around at other peoples progress, which wasn't much.

"Is that guy REALLY adding beetle juice?" The Ravenclaw squinted to get a better look at the blonde haired Gryffindor who was looking at the textbook like it was written in Chinese and just randomly adding stuff.

With a light chuckle, she confirmed what he was doing.

They watched as he struggled with the potion, getting more and more confused by the minute.

"Uh oh..." The blonde had picked up pixie dust and was about to drop it into the potion.

Without much thought, Kacie jumped out of her chair and pushed the guy out of the way before the potion exploded. They ended up on the floor with the remains of the potion dripping down on the both of them.

"You idiot! You can't mix pixie dust and beetle juice! It makes a chemical reaction that causes an explosion!" she yelled at him.

"What is going on here?!" everyone in the room went silent as their potions teacher walked over to the two with anger on his face, "Explain."

"Uh... He had beetle juice in his potion, and uh, he was about to add pixie dust, Er... So I pushed him out of the way..."

"Wait, You know that pixie dust and beetle juice cause a chemical reaction?" She nervously nodded. "That's fourth year information. Obviously, you are more advanced then most of these students." He thought for a moment and declared, "You will tutor Mr. Odinson."

"What?!"

"You heard me. You will tutor Mr. Odinson. He won't pass this class without help and I don't want him for any more time then necessary."

"But-"

"No buts. And that will be ten points from Gryffindor. Five for your back talk and five for the explosion."

She pouted and the messy haired Slytherin kids snickered across the room. "It exploded!" the girl giggled.

She rolled her eyes at the Slytherin kid, but subtle enough so the teacher didn't see. Not wanting to get more points taken away, she kept her mouth shut.

After the classroom settled down, the Gryffindor kid who almost killed himself said quietly to Kacie in an attractive accent, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to trouble you..."

Kacie sighed and just shook her head. "It's fine... Really."

"I'm still sorry, I'm pretty stupid when it comes to potions," he bit his lip, looking at her with wide blue eyes.

She tried not to stare at the very attractive boy with an accent. "Uh... I'm sure you're good at it... You just need some help... So I guess I'm your tutor..." she awkwardly held out her hand. "Kacie Szabo."

"Thor Odinson," he flashed her a smile and took her hand in his.

Trying to hide her blush, she pulled her hand away pretty quickly, "Well I guess we'll have to set up some tutoring sessions-"

"If you two are done fraternizing, I have a class to teach," The teacher interrupted, clearly irritated.

They both blushed and muttered a quiet "Yes sir" as the two Slytherin kids continued to snicker.

They went back to their seats and the class continued as it was before the explosion.

"That was funny," the short haired Slytherin girl giggled to her friend as they walked out of potions. "And now I have a free period!" she exclaimed happily.

"I have one, too... Maybe we can hang out...?"

"Okay, I'd love to," she smiled happily. "...Tony, right?"

He nodded. "Tony, Tony Stark."

"Marley," she reminded him, smiling and pointing to herself. "So whaddya wanna do, TonyStark?"

"Well, we could go prank some of the other houses..."

She giggled, smiling brightly at him. "I got a new broom, we can fly up real high and drop stuff on people."

"I like the way you think, Marley... We could always flood the bathrooms." Grinning, he asked what kind of broom she had.

"A nimbus 3000," she shrugged. "It's not too fancy, not anymore anyway, but it's still new, I mean, to me," she bit her lip and rubbed the back of her neck.

"It just so happens that my father designs Nimbus."

Her eyes widened. "Really? No way!"

Tony nodded, grinning all the while. "Way. And I have the newest model, if you wanna ride it..."

Her eyes lit up even more and she gasped. "The 6500?! Really? You'd let me ride it?"

"Of course! I mean, uh, yeah, sure..."

"Oh Tony, thank you!" she giggled happily, throwing her arms around him.

With a smug grin, he hugged her back tightly.

She pulled away after a moment and kissed his cheek, smiling dopily.

His smile grew even wider and he took her hand to lead them away so he could get his broom, and not for any other reason at all. Nope.

They came back about twenty minutes later to the courtyard, Marley practically drooling over Tony's broomstick.

He handed her the broom and asked, "You ready to do this?"

She nodded and hesitated before taking it. "You're sure you wanna let me?"

"I am positive."

"Just making sure," she laughed and mounted the broom, kicking off and flying faster than Tony had ever seen anyone fly.

"Whoa," he watched with wide eyes as she zoomed around.

A few minutes later, she came back down, grinning idiotically and hair wind blown. "I need to get me one of these," she giggled.

"You can use mine anytime." He was dumbstruck, eyes wide, and exclaimed, "That was AMAZING! You could make the Quidditch team, even as a first year!"

"Pfft, what would I do?" she scoffed.

"You could be a seeker, you're that fast!"

She shrugged, blushing. "I dunno..."

"Just show Hooch your stuff and I guarantee you'll get the position."

She giggled. "I have class with her next..."

"Really? So do I."

"Cool," she flashed him a smile and handed him back his broom.

He took it with his hand over hers for an unnecessary amount of time.

She smiled at him flirtatiously and stepped close, quietly saying, "Thanks for letting me use your broom."

"Anytime," he breathed and got closer.

She whispered, "I may take you up on that," and leaned up to close the gap between their lips, but was interrupted when a teacher walked over and gave them the "break it up" gesture.

Tony just pulled Marley closer to himself by the waist so that his body was flush with hers, smiling at the teacher innocently.

"C'mon you two," the teacher frowned.

Marley smiled innocently at the teacher, looking him right in the eye as she slowly pulled Tony down by the collar and kissed him.

The two didn't stop kissing for a while, disregarding the many attempts to get them to stop. The teacher physically pulled them apart after taking points away from Slytherin didn't work.

The two pouted as they were pulled apart, crossing their arms across their chests.

"Get to class, you two, second period is almost over."

"We're early, we have flying," she told the teacher innocently. "We're overachievers."

He rolled his eyes a little bit and said, "Right. Just don't go snogging around campus again, got it?"

"Yes sir!" they replied cheekily, smiling brightly. As soon as he walked away, Marley scoot back over to Tony, putting her hands on his chest and grinning.

He grinned back and wrapped his arms around her waist before kissing her again.

"So, erm, does this mean, we're like, dating?" Marley murmured between kisses.

"I hope it does," he breathed back.

"Mm, me too," she nodded and jumped when Madam Hooch's yells told them to cut it out.

This time the two actually stopped kissing, since, although neither would admit it, they were a little intimidated by her. The rest of the class joined them shortly after, some carrying their own brooms.

As Madam Hooch went through the basics, the students, Marley and Tony especially, were bored, just wanting to get in the air.

"Stick your right hand over your broom and say 'Up!'" Madam Hooch called.

"Up!" all the students called, some managing on their first tries and others struggling a bit, including the boy from Ravenclaw with the curly hair and glasses. Marley yawned, smirking, as her broom flew into her hand without her uttering a word.

Madam Hooch then showed them how to mount their brooms without sliding off the end, and walked up and down the rows correcting their grips. "Now, when I blow my whistle, you kick off from the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch, "Keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle. Three. Two. One."

Most of the kids rose a few feet, giggling at their accomplishment. Marley pushed off, shooting up into the sky. She went around in circles a while and then went to go help the boy with the glasses.

"Here," she told him gently, moving his hands down a little on the broomstick and fixing his grip. "Scoot forward... Now try."

The Ravenclaw did just as she told and rose a few feet into the air. "Thanks."

"Yup, you didn't hear it from me," she flashed him a smile. He blinked and she was gone, the only evidence of her being there his floating broomstick and a gentle whoosh of air.