Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. J.K Rowling does. I own all characters not in the books.

A/N: Pound cake and muffins are the best ever!

Raychel was adding spiders to the potion she was working on when George suddenly exclaimed, causing her to jump, "Raychel, I have something for you!" He made sure to keep his voice as low as he could, for Snape was going throughout the room. "Ron told me to give this to you."

He handed her a folded piece of parchment, but Snape had started to come their way. She placed it under her vial. "Is it urgent, do you know?" she whispered back.

"Well, he sort of had this strained look upon his face. Kind of like when he sees a spider."

"He doesn't like spiders?"

George then told the story of Fred turning Ron's teddy bear into an arachnid, while completing their potions. Later on, when they were nearly finished, George thanked her, "It's funny, I talk to you just about as much as I talked to Fred or Lee when we sat near each other, but yet I get my potion done, and somewhat correctly. Thanks for the, uh, inspiration." He grinned.

She waved her hand and said jokingly, "I have that effect on people." Then they bottled their potions and headed up to Snape's desk and placed them there. Then she read the note with George peering over her shoulder. It was in Ron's messy script.

Dear Raychel,

Hagrid was in the library yesterday, after you had left. He was acting very odd, and then invited us all, including you, to come around his hut. Meet us in the entrance hall at 10:00 in the morning Saturday. Harry is in Quidditch practice now, and Hermione is being unbearable in the library, so I decided to write this and find Fred or George so I wouldn't have to hear her.

Yours truly,

Ron.

"Hmph!" George crooned. "He sends an invite to the entire world, and he won't invite the best two of his three brothers here at Hogwarts!"

"He just wanted the best, period." Raychel said with a feigned seriousness.

"Oh yeah, you think you're the best?" George asked. "We're third years, we know things." He said "we're" because the bell had just rung and Fred and Lee were at their table. They began their walk out. Fred and George were speaking silently with Lee. They were nearing the Great Hall when three pairs of hands grabbed Raychel and pulled her into an empty room. Then Fred and Lee kept their grasp on her when George backed away.

"So, if you're so great, what will you do now?!" He asked her his voice raised in a would-be intimidating voice if he didn't put on the dumbest face imaginable. Then he put a tickling charm on her. For two minutes, she was laughing so hard that she couldn't breathe. Hearing the noise as he was going up to the Great Hall, Professor Snape walked in the room and yelled, "What in the name of Merlin do you think you're DOING!?"

The three boys had their mouths opened ready to speak, but Raychel just scream-laughed and Snape decided to take the charm off of her.

"Fifty points from Gryffindor!" Snape barked at the boys.

"Wait, Professor Snape! I started it, I swear! I got Lee and Fred with a Jelly Legs, and George took it off them. It was all in good fun." She looked at her professor pleadingly, and tried working the magic of being a student he favored.

"Very well, Miss Garretson." He said, reluctantly, twenty five points back to Gryffindor. Twenty five stay off for hexing a female." He paused, and then smiled at Raychel, "Twenty five points to Slytherin, for using her Charms lessons well." Then he stalked out of the room.

"We didn't even learn that hex in Charms!" Raychel crowed and they all burst out laughing. On the way into the Great Hall, the boys said goodbye to her, and George ruffled her hair, which she had to fix on the way to her table. When at her usual spot near Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle, she sat.

"You've got all of them eating right out of your hands!" Draco said with pride as if it were his idea.

Raychel however chose not to respond, and put a sandwich on her plate. She began to ponder about what she saw in her mirror. It was so odd, because what she saw did not seem likely at all. Draco hated Harry, Ron, and Hermione; the feeling was most definitely mutual. Why did they look so happy, and civil in the mirror?

"Hello?!" Draco said loudly to her. She was not even paying attention to him; she was so lost in her thoughts. "Huh?"

"Did you do History of Magic homework?"

"Why?" she asked. She was a lot like Hermione in this respect. You could be her absolute best friend in the world, but she would never let you copy.

"I need help." Then he went on asking her questions and adding to his essay. She didn't find this wrong, because by hearing in at least, he would hopefully retain the information. Then when they were both finished, her with her sandwich, him with his essay, they walked down to History of Magic. Crabbe and Goyle had suddenly realized to which class they were going, and then both whined, "I forgot to do the essay!"

"You morons," Raychel hissed, "I was giving Draco half of the answers during lunch. Were you too busy?"

"What you guys were talking about sounded dead boring." Goyle grunted.

"And there were corned beef sandwiches!" Crabbe said, as if it was corned beef sandwiches that made the world turn.

Raychel shook her head and sighed. She caught Draco doing the same thing, which she found comical. Then Pansy Parkinson and Tina Lenicks started having a loud conversation about some article that was featured in Witches Weekly. Draco looked up, and she caught his eye, and then they began conversing. Draco quickly changed the topic, because the article they were talking about was too "girly".

Raychel took her notes, like usual in the class. Harry and Ron joked that it was only her and Hermione that could resist the boredom of Professor Binns.

Draco slid her over a note which read: Thanks for help before.

Not a problem. Was what Raychel wrote back.

Goyle and Crabbe had started to snicker because they thought they were really witty bringing food along with them in their pockets.

Ten minutes later, Draco was asleep to her left, Blaise Zabini asleep to her right. She still continued taking her notes. Then she began to write a note to her friends in Gryffindor. This would be a good way to keep in touch throughout the day, being as they weren't in the same classes. She just wrote about what happened in Potions and how Snape awarded her points for hexing someone…or supposedly hexing someone.

Saturday could not have come quicker. The four students made their way down to Hagrid's hut and knocked upon his door, and he welcomed them in.

"I'm glad yeh lot came." They all noticed how hot it was and how every shade by the window was closed.

Hermione was the first to speak, and she did so nervously. "What exactly is going on here Hagrid?

"Well," Hagrid started, "Well…" he said again.

Ron made his way to the hearth and peered inside a metal pot hanging above the fire.

"Hagrid! I can't believe you!" Ron moaned, not willing to believe what he saw.

They all, including Hagrid himself, made their way to the fireplace. Harry, Hermione, and Raychel all looked inside the pot, and looked up expectantly at Hagrid as if to say "Well, explain yourself."

"Well, I er, won a dragon egg from a bloke up at the Hog's Head through a game o' cards." Before he could go on or anyone could interrupt, they all went quiet when they heard a noise. It was coming from the egg. It was hatching!

A/N: Review please And yes, it's slow, but look, we're halfway through first year. Second year will be more fun, I promise…Not that this isn't…I know everyone reading this is having the time of their life. ;- )