"So, you wanted to talk to me?" Harry asked Kristin walking into the library.

"Be patient, Harry Potter," she replied softly, leading him deeper and deeper into the room. There were books as far and tall as either could see. She began to wonder if the room ever ended until she and Harry finally reached the back wall. There, she grabbed him, pushed him against the wall, and pressed her lips to his. Harry responded by pulling her closer to him. She felt a tingling sensation down to her toes. She had never been kissed like this before, even if she was the one who kissed him. She had barely had friends and a boyfriend was out of the question. Now hear was this boy who liked her. maybe. She pulled away.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Well, I actually did want to talk to you about something." She gazed into his beautiful green eyes and brushed the hair away from them. But then her eyes focused on the scar on his forehead. "Is that the scar you got from."

"Yeah," he said softly. There was a pause. "Is that what you wanted to talk about?"

"No," she replied but her head was somewhere else. 'Where do you go?' he wondered at the enigma in his arms. He didn't know anything about her and yet he was so attracted to her. That was probably why. Harry always loved a mystery and he had a feeling she would always be one to him.

"Well, there was something I wanted to talk about," he added, trying to get the conversation going again. Kristin looked up at him inquisitively. "You know what you told Malfoy about us today?" Kristin nodded slightly. "Could we make it reality?"

A troubled expression spread across Kristin's face.

"I don't think so, Harry Potter. I'm sorry I got you involved of all this." She walked away, leaving Harry in a daze. 'Where do you go?' he wondered again.

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Kristin walked from the library until she reached the hall when she started running as fast as she could to Slytherin. Tears ran down her cheeks as she climbed the stairs to her room. She buried her head in her pillow and cried.

It wasn't long before she realized that lunch would soon be over and she would have to get back to class. This one was "History of Magic" and she wasn't looking forward to it. She hated history and she didn't want to be seen like this. She splashed her face with cold water in the bathroom sink and got her things together to go to class.

She rushed out of Slytherin knowing she would be late and would do anything just to stay in this school. Her head filled with thoughts of Harry, the scar, Voldemort.

"Watch where you're going, Campbell," Malfoy snarled at her. "You're a klutz and a bitch. You've got nothing going for you, have you?" His eyes searched her for a reaction. If he was lucky, it would be a painful one.

"Watch it, Draco Malfoy, or you'll end up like that table." She picked up her books quickly and headed off to class. "What? Are you running to tell your boyfriend Potter?"

"No." she replied bitterly. "No matter how klutzy I am, I don't need help to win a fight. You speak for yourself." She walked away as fast as she could to avoid more of a conflict.

'That's the last thing I need today. Harry probably hates me. Draco hates me. And it's not like I have any other friends around here anyway.

"Kristin!" she heard her name and turned to see a girl trying to get her attention. She was in potions with Kristin but wasn't from Slytherin. "Kristin, wait!" The girl finally caught up with her. "Hi, I'm Hermoine Granger. I'm a friend of Harry's."

"I'm sorry." Kristin figured she wanted an answer to that conflict with Harry. News gets around fast, doesn't it.

"Huh? I just wanted to know if you'd meet me after school by the Quidditch field. I have to go right now. I'm going to be late for class."

"I'll see you there." Now what? Could her day get any worse? Everything was going to be so perfect here at Hogwarts. Not a care in the world. Right?

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Kristin finally settled into her History of Magic class. There was an empty seat next to her and class was about to begin. She sighed with relief. She was not in the mood to put anymore or anyone right now. Not after that run in with Draco and that whole stint with Harry. And Hermoine. What hell would she give Kristin about what happened with Harry? Kristin had seen the look on his face. He looked hurt. He wasn't expecting her to say no. Not after she told Draco that they were together. 'I guess he really did like me.'

And after that kiss.

That amazing kiss. Kristin had never felt so invigorated in her right. She had never kissed anyone that way before and he kissed back. At least, this time, she was ready. Back in the hallway she didn't know what to do or how to act, so she just did what she always saw in the movies. Boy, his hair was so soft!

"Stop daydreaming, Campbell," came the voice next to her. She as she was told (without any other choice, really) and looked over to see Draco Malfoy sitting next to her. "Your little mood swing in the hall back there almost made me late. I didn't even get to pick where I wanted to sit and now I'm stuck with you all year. Way to go!"

A solitary tear fell down her cheek. Kristin struggled to hold it back but it escaped. She turned the other way before, she hoped, Draco saw it. She hated it when people saw her cry, especially Malfoy. He would probably get so much satisfaction from it, knowing he was strong enough to make a girl cry.

"I didn't mean to make you cry, Kristin. It was just a joke. I'm sorry," Draco's voice was soft and gentle, not the bitter snarl she had grown accustomed to over the course of the day. Kristin looked at him warily. 'Did Draco Malfoy just apologize to me?'

"Ok, class. Take out your books," the teacher called, leaving Kristin to wonder about this possible revelation into the mind of Draco Malfoy.