I'm BAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

Yeah, I know you all hate me for taking so long, but there's only one thing I can say to you: I love you too!

Well, this chapter is short, but in my own defense, I have most of the next chapter thought out. It will be written soon. Very soon.

DISCLAIMERS: I have 14 Copics!

The first day of classes was over, I had a guarantee that a fresh pot of coffee was going to be sitting on my nightstand every morning at five am, and I had the packet of information I had asked for.

This may be an okay case after all.

While he was in the kitchen earlier, Bakura had asked for a cup of extra strong coffee. So now, at nine thirty at night, I'm finally able to read the packet of information.

"Wow, he lives with some mean Muggles," I commented to Bakura. We were reading the early life of Harry, the stuff they hadn't told me while at Diagon Alley.

To my surprise, the packet of information that had been delivered while I was asleep was over five hundred pages long. There were at least three pages of information on each of the teachers as well as the past seventy-five years worth of information on the school.

All I wanted to read was the two hundred page part on Harry Potter.

"Ryou, I don't think they took me seriously when I said I wanted a complete history on the boy," Bakura complained.

"Bakura, honey, that would take way too long to read. I want to get this all done tonight, not next week," I said. "And besides, do you really want to know when he took a crap everyday? This is so detailed, that other than exact dialog and actions, everything is here. I don't need anything else."

He let out an exasperated sigh. "Ryou, you're being nice again," he complained.

I raised an eyebrow at him and said, "Do you want me homicidal again?"

"No! No, that's alright, Ry, you can be nice."

I laughed quietly. "I prefer being nice to being mean, 'Kura. You should know that by now."

Bakura was sitting on the bed with me, both of us away from the view of the other's by the coverings on the bed. I was sitting in Bakura's lap while he was leaning against the headboard, both of us reading the information packet by the dim glow of the Sennen Ring. In other words, I was very comfortable.

The two of us continued to read the information while in a comfortable silence.

The first day of classes, for some reasons, didn't give out any homework, but the only classes the Gryffindor sixth years had was Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures, Charms, and History of Magic. Luckily, all the classes Harry and Ron said give homework were going to be tomorrow; Potions, Transfiguration, Divination, and Defense against the Dark Arts.

None of the Gryffindors had taken Malven's class yet, so we didn't know what it was going to be like. But the good part was, we'd be taking the class tomorrow. I really wasn't looking forward to Potions class at all. After all, I am Harry's 'friend.'

"Maybe when Snape sees that you're good at Potions, he won't harass you?" Bakura offered.

"And pigs might fly," I retorted.

"Careful about what you say," he responded. "I can make a pig fly."

I lightly hit him and he laughed.

During the next three hours, we looked through the packet enough to where we were completely familiar with everything that had gone on with Harry, Ron, and Hermione during the past five years.

"Time for bed," I said as I put everything away. "You go back in the ring, and I'll talk to you in the morning. After my coffee."

He kissed me quickly and disappeared with a smile.

Breakfast was uneventful. Nothing happened that was worth talking about.

At this point in time, I'm sitting in my chair, attending my Potion, with Hermione sitting next to me, while Ron and Harry are at the table directly behind us.

And they're making me slightly nervous.

The potion we're working on is very difficult and doesn't take much inattention to mess up. Harry and Ron are arguing in very quiet whispers and I just know they're going to blow up their cauldron. I should have tried to be Harry's partner in this class.

Sure enough, five minutes later, their potion exploded.

"Eww," I said to Bakura. "I have potion gunk all over me!"

"Just be glad it exploded before it got to a dangerous phase," he laughed.

I slowly turned around, dripping with orange . . . gunk . . . and glared at Harry and Ron. "Next time," I said in a not-very-happy voice, "pay attention to your potion and not to other things."

Luckily for them, they apologized and my potion hadn't been harmed at all. I used a quick spell to clean myself of the gunk and I went back to my potion.

Harry and Ron both got a zero for the class that day. No surprise there.

My potion, however, was perfect.

As we were walking towards our next class, Transfiguration, Harry said, "Hey, Ryou, what do you think of Hermione's Potion skills? She hasn't made a mistake in Potions once since first year."

"Really?" I ask. "Well, if that's the case, I think one of you needs to partner up with her in all of the classes where there is a possibility of me sitting close to you."

"Aw, Ryou, are you still mad at us for getting the potion all over you? We apologized already," Ron whined.

My only response was a soft glare.

"How can we make it up to you, Ryou?" Harry asked, mistaking my amusement for annoyance.

"Hmm," I said, thinking of a way that would work to my benefit. "Well, I guess you could stop being partners in that class and partner up with me," I finally stated.

"Ryou's really good at potion making," Hermione said. "He did most of the potion in class today. I didn't even have to do much of anything."

Harry and Ron stared at Hermione for a few moments and then started to stare at me before Harry called out, "I got dibs on Ryou."

"Dammit!" Ron exclaimed. "I wanted him!"

"Are the two of you done yet?" I asked in an amused voice. "I really would like to see what this class is like here."

"Oh, Transfiguration is easy," Hermione said.

"Yeah, if you're Hermione," Ron quipped. "McGonagall is a little like Snape when it comes to favorites."

"Ron, you know that's not true," Harry replied. "She's given Slytherins extra points for good Transfigurations."

The three of us reached the classroom and took our seats near the front of the room. "This is one of my favorite classes, right next to Ancient Runes," Hermione said.

McGonagall walked in as the rest of the students were taking their seats and I saw her glance at me quickly and I noticed a slight falter in her step that no one else seemed to see.

As the class got started, she said, "Today, we are going to be reviewing how to change pincushions into hedgehogs." She then started to walk around to the various tables, handing out pincushions. When she got to our table, I noticed a slight tremble in her hands.

I smiled sweetly at her and said, "Thank you very much, Professor."

"Don't you think you're working a bit too hard with her, Ry? She already knows about us."

"Do you want her scared of us? I don't."

Hey guys, I know it's been a while, but I did mention that updates would be few and far between. After all, I am in college.

Yeah, yeah, I know, all of you college students out there are saying something like, "That's no excuse," but for me it is.

Anyway, in the next chapter, we get to go to Divination class. Happy happy joy joy!