A/N: HAHA. READ THIS MY TWO READERS! I've decided to become lazy and get rid of the plot with the cloaked man and the professor (who, actually, wasn't the bad guy. ;D) and spying on Kadric. FWEE. Now it's just gonna be a fluff story, okay? JUST A FLUFF STORY!

PS: Longer than usual!

Kadric was confused. Not by schoolwork or why he had failed so miserably in the last Quidditch game. He knew why THAT was. It was because his mind had been on other things.

And by other things, he meant Chalondra.

That was twice now, twice, Chalondra had kissed him. Well, the first time he had sort of kissed her too. Okay, and then there were those two times he had done it to shut her up. Truth be told, that was a complete, downright lie. He was shocked Chalondra hadn't accused him of lying. Couldn't she see how terrible of a lie that was? To 'shut her up'? Being a Slytherin, you think he could come up with something a little better.

But no. He had kissed her the very, very first time front of the greenhouses because she was angry, he thought it was funny, and had thought it would be funnier to see her reaction to him kissing her. Of course, he had realized his mistake, and after that he vowed never to do it again. Because he had done it just for fun.

But for days afterward, he couldn't get the kiss out of his mind. She had gotten angry and huffed and puffed and whatnot, but he had wanted to do it again. As much as his brain wouldn't admit it, his body would. Everytime he saw her he felt this strange impulse to leap her. He felt stupid thinking such a thing, and continued to act as though he was felt nothing.

But then, that second time, inside the greenhouse, he had used the same excuse as before. But there was actually something there that time. She didn't push him away—at first. He felt stupid again, but at the same time, victorious. He hated having the feeling of wanting to kiss a Ravenclaw, but it had been there all the same.

And in the Hospital Wing, it just grew.

After that, he solemnly swore on his life he would never, NEVER think like that again. But after she had given him such a wonderful, and surprising, Christmas gift, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of what he felt when he had kissed her.

He covered the feeling with a hug.

But this time…this time, she had done it on her own. Nothing special, nothing intense, just one of those little feminine kisses where they stand on their tiptoes. It was kind of sickening, but more importantly, it was…scary. Just scary. Did Chalondra feel something more than he felt? What did he feel anyway? Hadn't it just been physical attraction that caused those first two kisses? Hadn't it?

But he had known there was something else other than physical attraction as he stood outside the greenhouse that evening. Chalondra was just a black dot in the distance. Kadric had still been unable to move. He was going to be late for supper. But at the moment, he seriously could have cared less. The only words forming in his mind right now were Chalondra, kiss, and I need to move that plant out of the greenhouse soon.

With a resigned sigh, he trudged back into the greenhouse and grabbed the box. Who needed supper? Not him. He didn't want to walk into the Great Hall, knowing he'd see Chalondra sitting there, probably alone. Hadn't she said her friends hated her now or something?

With a shrug, he began to lumber back to school with the heavy package in his hands, occasionally grunting and setting it in the snow while he rested. It was going to be a long night.

Chalondra poked at her potatoes, her stomach already completely full after a small two bites. She was more anxious than hungry. What had she just done out there?

"Hey there. Why so gloomy?"

Chalondra looked to her left to see Danny taking the seat beside her. She sighed heavily. Did she really need anything else that would cause her friends to hate her? Kate obviously loved Danny, and Yoyo would just yell at her and say she couldn't stay with one guy for too long, could she?

"Hi Danny," she replied gloomily.

"Well, why are you sad?"

"I'm not," Chalondra snapped angrily, stabbing her fork into a carrot rather viciously. Danny made a hmming noise at Chalondra's actions.

"I think there is."

"Look, go talk to Kate or Yoyo or Tali or something. Anyone but me. Okay?"

Danny looked hurt at Chal's words. She opened her mouth to take them back, but Danny interrupted with a shrug.

"Okay. Whatever."

When he turned to walk away, Chal sighed heavily, hitting her forehead with her palm several times. "Stupid, stupid, stupid. You can't even be civilized to one person, can you?"

"So did you hear?" Yoyo's shrill voice caught Chal's ears. She knew Yoyo was going to start ragging on her. She just knew it. "About that Slytherin and that Ravenclaw?" she continued, making a gagging noise. Chal growled. Wasn't Yoyo a Ravenclaw? Hadn't Yoyo wanted to be with Kadric herself? "I hear they go out to the greenhouses to make out. Can you believe that? How GROSS!"

Chalondra clenched and unclenched her fists, trying to count to ten. Yoyo was doing this purposely. But still, how had she known about the two meeting to tutor only at the greenhouses…?

"Yoyo," Kate began to interrupt in a quiet voice.

"Yea, did you know the Ravenclaw broke a girl's heart?" she continued, her voice getting louder and shriller. "Yea, she did! It's true! And now she has no friends because of what she's done—"

"SHUT UP!" Chalondra was standing up and glaring at Yoyo before she could comprehend what was happening. "JUST SHUT UP!"

The Great Hall was steadily growing quieter. Student's faces were turning to watch her. Chal's face burned with embarrassment. Whoever had been listening to Yoyo's tale, which was probably the entire Ravenclaw table and a bit more, would piece the puzzle together.

She had just done the most stupid thing she could have done.

Yoyo only glared at her, an evil smirk tight on her face.

Without knowing what else to do, Chal grabbed her bag and raced out of the Great Hall, slamming the door shut behind her.

Kadric stared at the tree that now stood at the foot of his bed in the dormitory. Yes, every person in Slytherin would tease him endlessly about having a plant, with a flower at the end of his bed, but he didn't care at the moment. Right now he was just staring at it, smiling happily. No one ever gave him gifts. At least, caring gifts. Ones that had thought put into them.

"No! Stop! Stop thinking about it like that!" Kadric moaned through gritted teeth. He punched a fist into his pillow, frustrated. Why was this thought even occurring to him? It shouldn't. "This is so stupid," he hissed, punching his other fist into the pillow so now both of his hands rested on it. "She's a Ravenclaw. The person I teased all through Hogwarts. The person I hated all through Hogwarts. The person I'm tutoring. The person…who gave me a nice gift. The person…who…" His sentence faded, and his mind flew back to earlier that evening, outside of the greenhouse. In the Hospital Wing. Those other times, when his excuses were always lame.

Wait. Why was he thinking of shutting her up as an excuse now? "I give UP!" he yelled, throwing the pillow against the wall and standing up abruptly. He stomped out of the dormitory and out into the common room, where he sent chilling glares to every Slytherin he passed.

Outside of the common room, Kadric gave an unsteady breath.

"I give UP!"

What did that mean, exactly? He began to walk down the halls aimlessly, chewing his lower lip in thought. What was he giving up on? Was he finally admitting something he didn't want to? Was he no longer hiding what had been deep inside of him all this time? What had been hidden inside of him, anyway? Feelings? Or fear? Or…or…

His thoughts were interfered as someone pushed him. He toppled unsteadily into the wall beside him, groaning as his head hit the stone wall.

"Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to, I'm just in…a…"

Kadric grimaced. Great; just whom he needed.

"What do you want, Ravenclaw?" he asked, his frustration at himself flaring up and biting at Chalondra. He looked over to see her, wide-eyed.

"N-Nothing," she said quietly, her face suddenly flushing. Oh great. He had just done the worst thing. Now she'd think he hated the kiss.

Wait. Didn't he? Wait. Why had he just done the worst thing anyway?

Was he growing soft?

"Sorry," he muttered darkly, rubbing at the side of his head, where a large bump was now starting to swell up. "I've just been thinking, and I didn't expect to be slammed against a wall."

"I hardly slammed you," Chalondra sniffed, straightening up. Kadric felt a smirk tugging at his lips. Or a smile? Whatever.

"Where were you going in such a rush, anyway?" Kadric asked.

Chalondra looked down at her shoes. "I was just…" She suddenly stamped her foot, startling Kadric. "Oh, I did the worst thing!" she cried, tugging at her hair in a pained sort of way. "I was so stupid…"

Kadric grabbed her arm, dragging her down three or for more halls until they were alone. "Okay, first of all," he began, before Chalondra could ask any questions. "You don't start saying stuff like that in the main hall, all right? Do you know how many people have their ears pricked for gossip?" Kadric sighed at the expression on Chalondra's face. It was a mixture of sadness and worry.

"Okay, okay, fine. Talk. What did you do?"

"I—It was Yoyo. I was eating, and you know how she's mad at me, right? Because of the—er—Hospital Wing?"

Kadric shifted uneasily. "Sure."

"Well, okay…" Chalondra fiddled nervously with the strap on her bag before continuing. "She was baiting me, you know? Saying stuff about—us—that were complete lies. So finally I just got angry, and yelled at her to shut up." Chalondra's face grew beet red, and Kadric felt something unpleasant twist in his stomach.

"And?" he prodded.

"And everyone was listening, and watching, and now everyone knows it has something to do with me! And if they ever see you talking to me, they'll put two and two together!" Chalondra heaved a big sigh. "I always mess things up, don't I?"

The tone of her question sent a feeling very unknown through Kadric—it unnerved it. It was something like pity, but not really. Because pity was what he felt for people he didn't like. And he didn't mind Chalondra…okay, okay, he liked Chalondra. So was it…sadness, or something?

"No, you don't," he answered her, his voice coming out softer than he would have liked. Geez, was he some sort of pansy now, or something?

Chalondra looked up at his words. "Really?" she asked, a bit hopefully. The sudden memory of her kissing him flashed through his mind. It made his legs feel like noodles.

"Really." He paused, feeling his mouth say the words before he fully understood what they meant. "But you do make things more confusing."

Chalondra bit her lip. "How?"

"Well, today, outside of the greenhouses, was the one thing that's the most confusing."

Chalondra's face grew pale. "Oh…that…was just a mistake. I don't know. I just—I was happy, I guess, that you liked my gift, and I…" she shrugged. "Yea."

Kadric hesitated. "Nothing else?" he asked. Chalondra eyed him warily.

"Why?"

"No reason," he said hurriedly, realizing he was being stupid. "Look, just ignore that Yoyo girl, okay? She doesn't seem like that great of a friend to lose if she's doing that kind of stuff."

Chalondra's face burst into a smile. "I've never heard you give advice before!" she crowed, poking his chest and smiling. Kadric felt his face grow red at her smile, but at the same time, it made him feel happy.

What was going on with him?

"Yea, well, desperate times call for desperate measures," he told her wisely. "Now get going, in case some little first year discovers how to get here."

Chalondra nodded sternly. "Okay. See you later!" She was about to turn around, but then paused. "Oh," she said. "I'm getting better in Herbology."

She gave him one more, big smile, but then turned and ran down the hall. Kadric continued to stand there, feeling very, very strange. Why did Chalondra have to be so nice? And smart? And—this pained him to admit—even pretty? Merlin, this whole fiasco was confusing.

"I need fresh air," he muttered, spinning around and trotting outside. It was almost time for Transfiguration though, so he'd better hurry.

Yoyo was angry. So angry. She felt she could punch something because she was so angry.

Okay, yea, so the one boy she seriously loved had totally destroyed her in front of a crowd of people. Well, heck, that wasn't so bad, was it?

Lie.

Her heart had shattered. And even though she hadn't shown it, it was paining her to even move, or make a simple hand gesture. What she had really wanted to do was just lie down and die.

And even when she wasn't NEAR getting over him, Kate comes and tells her Chalondra kissed him! WELL. Hadn't she hated him? Hadn't they hated each other? Stupid Chalondra with her good looks, and her…and her…

Why were and this Slytherin getting so close, anyway? WHERE had they found the time to get closer? She had noticed Chal headed out to the greenhouses a lot, but she did know Chalondra was bad at Herbology. She could just be studying up on it.

…Wait! Was that—was she—

Yoyo's train of thought crashed as she saw Kadric stride through the Entrance Hall and out the doors. She stood outside of the Great Hall, breathless. He had looked as hot and stunning as ever. She hated Chalondra right now. Hated her, hated her, hated her. Why did SHE get the hot man? The man she loved? It wasn't fair!

She wanted to get back at Chalondra. Badly. It was like an unquenched thirst.

And then it hit her. She would force Chalondra to face something she would never, ever want to see. It would surely shatter her heart like Yoyo's was.

"Chal! Chal!"

Chalondra turned around in the Ravenclaw common room to see Danny running to her through the entrance.

"What is it, Danny?" she asked, feeling a bit relieved he wasn't angry with her anymore. He stopped at her chair, breathless.

"Yoyo wants to see you down on the fourth corridor. She wants to—talk to you." Danny collapsed in the couch beside him. Chal's spirits immediately rose.

"Really? Talk? To me?"

Danny gave her a strange look. "That's what she told me." He shrugged, shutting his eyes gratefully. "Now she owes me two galleons."

Chalondra felt something like uncertainty edge into her hopefulness of an apology.

"She…paid you?"

Danny nodded slowly, eyes still shut. "She said it was that important."

Chalondra immediately rose from her chair, dropping her books onto her seat. "Thanks Danny!"

Before he could reply, Chalondra was out and running down the hall, stomach bubbling. Maybe, just maybe, Yoyo would apologize, and Chal could apologize, and things would go back to the way they were.

Yoyo stood anxiously by the small cluster of the suits of armor on the fourth corridor. This had to be timed correctly. It had to precisely right, or everything would go wrong. She had to make Chal really hurt. Hopefully Danny had made it to the common room in forty-five seconds. He wasn't the school's best sprinter for no reason.

The distant sound of a bell echoed in Yoyo's ears. Perfect. She felt a burning sensation pumping through her veins—she hadn't been this excited in a while.

She poked her head out from behind the suit of armor to see a familiar face. She shivered. It didn't hurt finding out your true love's schedule. Heck, she'd known it all year, and discovered he liked to take a shortcut out of Transfiguration. So thankfully, no one else would be in this corridor. It was rather deserted.

As he passed, she reached out a hand and grasped onto his arm. He looked over, startled. She felt something jump in her stomach. She had never been so bold before. This was a new her. A new, I-want-revenge her.

"Do I know you?" he asked, his tone icy. Yoyo suddenly felt her bravery melt.

"Um—um—um…"

"Look, are you stalking me or something?"

The bare evil in his tone made Yoyo shrink. "Erm…N-No…"

Something like realization snapped into his face. His eyes grew wide. "Hey, are you that…Frisbee girl? Chalondra's friend?"

Yoyo felt her temper and resolve come flooding back at Chalondra's name. "My name is Yoyo, and I am not her friend," she growled.

Kadric's eyes narrowed. "Were you saying the stuff at the table about her?"

Yoyo's mouth dropped open. "But you weren't even there!" She felt everything she had planned plummet around her. How was this happening?

And then she heard it. Distant footsteps. She knew those footsteps, after hearing them for seven years.

It was her.

Yoyo had no more time to think about it. It was now or never.

Quick as a flash Yoyo yanked Kadric closer and locked lips with him, just as Chalondra turned the corner.

Chalondra was excited. She was happy—maybe even hopeful.

When she turned the corner, everything came crashing down.

There was Yoyo, but with her was…Kadric! Kadric! Yoyo!

"W-What's going on?" Chalondra asked, her voice coming out shriller than she meant it to. She didn't see Kadric struggling. All she saw was Yoyo, and suddenly she knew.

Yoyo didn't want to be her friend again. Her and Kadric had probably been planning this. Both of them hated her now, what with Chalondra kissing Kadric in the Hospital Wing, and outside of the greenhouse today. He was probably pretending to be nice, and had just been waiting to drop this bombshell on her.

They weren't breaking apart. Chalondra bit her bottom lip, feeling tears prick at her eyes. Of all the things she could have thought, the first one she heard the most clearly was he never kissed me like that!

She didn't mean to. But she sniffed. And then her sniff turned into a sob. She immediately clapped her hands over her mouth, but she continued to stand there, realizing the tears had been trickling down her cheeks this whole time.

They finally broke apart. Yoyo looked up and over casually, her expression turning to surprise at Chalondra. "Oh, hello," she greeted icily. Chalondra didn't say anything. She was even too shocked and hurt to glare at her. Her eyes turned to Kadric, questioning him. He didn't answer. His face looked just as shocked as hers.

Probably because he was hoping I'd collapse. Well too bad for him!

"Sorry I interrupted," Chalondra sneered, trying to make her voice sound like she could care less; it sounded more like it was on the brink of collapsing into a fit of sobs.

"Chalondra, I—" It was Kadric. He was trying to speak to her!

Chalondra managed to glare at him. That stopped him in his tracks.

"I hope you two have fun." Chalondra was about to turn, but hesitated, facing them again.

"And Merry Christmas."

Then she swerved, sprinting down the corridor, feeling foolish for having cried for him. For Kadric. That insolent, arrogant, Slytherin JERK!