Finally, the next chapter. Thanks to all my fans. Read on.

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In the car on the way to the Windsor's new house, Hermione asked Alex something that had been bothering her.

"Alex, why do you call Adams Kerdac? And why does he call you Radicor?"

"Those are our houses at Salem. They're divided just like the ones at Hogwarts with the same traits. The equivalent for Kerdac is Gryffindor. The equivalent for Radicor is Slytherin. The equivalent for Tismon is Ravenclaw. Last and least, the equivalent for Wopeski is Hufflepuff. Just like at your school, Gryffindor and Slytherin have a bit of shall we say rivalry, so do Radicor and Kerdac. They view us as evil slime bags that want to kill everyone, and we view them as goody-goodies that can't do anything properly, always charging into a situation foolishly. I hope I'm in Slytherin at Hogwarts, I'll be used to it. What house are you in?"

"I am a Gryffindor."

"Poor you. You're probably going to be stuck with Adams; he's a true Kerdac if ever there was one. Strange, considering he's not even remotely related to Lyle Kerdac, one of our founders. The others were Holly Tismon, Wendy Wopeski, and the greatest of them all was Marvin Radicor."

"How do you know he isn't related to Kerdac?"

"He's a pure muggleborn. Out of respect for my mother, your parents, and you, I will not call him what I normally call people of his heritage."

"Let me guess, it's mudblood. Slytherins are always calling me that, five of them in particular: Blaise Zabini, Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe, Pansy Parkinson, and the King of Slytherin himself Draco Malfoy. Mal-ferret the most. Parkinslut next. Then Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum. Zabini I don't see as often, but whenever I do he always makes sure to say it."

"You just majorly confused me with the names, and yes it is mudblood."

"Thought so. Mal-ferret is Draco Malfoy, also known as Ferret Boy, Amazing Bouncing Ferret, the Slytherin King, stupid albino, prat, git, you get the idea. Parkinslut is Pansy Parkinson because she is the biggest slut in school, especially when it comes to Malfoy; she's always hanging all over him. Tweedle-Dee is Crabbe because he is so stupid he can barely talk. Tweedle-Dum is Goyle because he's even worse. Malfoy we call ferret because in our fourth year he was changed into a pure white ferret and bounced off the ceiling. And why do you call people mudblood? I mean, you are a half-blood"

"Don't remind me. My father's side, as you know, is one of the old pureblood lines, as old as the Blacks, Snapes, or Malfoys and just as wealthy. Right now we're moving into the Manor nearby. They're also just as strict on keeping the bloodline pure, a hard thing to do since they moved to America where there aren't as many pureblood families. I was raised mostly by relatives on that side of the family, so I started thinking like them. So did father, and he still does. He just makes a few concessions for mother, but he still believes in that and wants me to make a nice, pureblood match. I've already got my eye set on the person; all I have to do now is convince him of it. I still have two years to do so, and I'll need them. He's just as proud and stubborn as I am."

"Who is it?"

"Remember my professor?"

"Your professor? That'll never work out!"

"Why not? I need a pureblood husband, and I want one like him, so why not just go for him?"

"I think you're crazy, but go ahead, it's your life."

"Yes, it is. Remember that if you ever get the urge to give me advice. Unless I ask you for it, which isn't very likely, I won't take kindly to it. But, I've just told you who I like, what about you?" she smoothly changed the subject.

Hermione blushed. "Well…you remember Sirius right? From the airport? Your professor's cousin?"

"I remember, you don't need to keep describing him. I hope your disapproval of Daryl was because he's my professor and not because of his age. Otherwise, I get to call you a hypocrite, because Sirius is the same age as him."

"I know. Twenty years older than me. He just sees me as his godson's best friend most likely. I wish he didn't though."

"I just thought of something. We're cousins and the guys we like are cousins. Is this the universe trying to get our families together or something?"

"It's either the universe or my headmaster at school. I half think he could get the universe to do whatever he wanted it to, if he wanted."

"That was one of the most messed up sentences I've ever heard. Daryl just sees me as the best student in school. Oh, and if I happen to be better than you in school, I'm sorry for taking away your place."

"It's okay. If you do, I'm sure you'll have earned it."

"Okay. I was the best at everything back at Salem. School, art, writing, singing, playing music, dancing, you name it. I was the best. Adams, the idiot, somehow managed to be second best in all those things. Who's Harry, y'know, when Sirius said he was going crazy?"

"Oh, that's one of my best friends, Harry Potter. He's Sirius's godson."

"Wait a sec, you're best friends with Harry Potter?"

"Yeah, ever since first year."

"Whoa."

"Yeah, but it's kind of annoying with all the publicity around him and all. Our other best friend is Ron Weasley."

"A Weasley?" Alex's voice seemed distasteful.

"I take it you know them?"

"Know of them, more like. How'd you guess?"

"That's about the same tone of voice Malfoy uses whenever we get into one of our fights. Our two groups, you know, his and ours, always get into fights."

Just then, the car pulled up into the driveway of the Windsor mansion. Alex smiled to herself, thinking this would be one of the best years of her life.

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