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------------------------------------------Two Months Later--------------------------------------------

BingBingBing. The alarm clock went off and awoke you from your trancelike stupor. Today was September 2nd, your first official day of school at Hogwarts. You were so happy you were back. Living with your family was great, but not being able to see your friends or do magic was a bummer. After lying in bed and thinking for a couple minutes you bounded up and pulled open the hangings. Across the room you could see Hermione was still sleeping and you would be happy to fulfill the chore of waking her up. You tiptoed across the room and silently drew back her hangings. You leaned over her and yelled "Wake up Sleep Head!" She bolted up and was only a few inches away from hitting your head. You swiftly moved back in order to avoid the collision.

"For goodness sakes, Cal, what time is it?" she asked in a slightly annoyed way.

"Its 6:15 on the dot," You happily replied, "And it's time for you to Get Up." You added raising your voice on the last two words.

"Fine," she answered dragging her self out of bed, "happy now?"

"Yup!" you replied and ran off to get dressed.

An hour later you sat in the common room waiting for Hermione to come down. You just didn't understand how she could take so long to get ready. Ron and Harry had already left with their stomachs growling. After five more minutes of waiting you screamed up the stairs "Hurry up, we're going to miss the whole breakfast!"

"I'm coming," she yelled and sauntered down the stairs.

With one look at her you immediately understood why it took so long. "Holy God, Hermione, what's the occasion?"

"I just wanted to look special." She replied sheepishly

"O.K."

"Hey, where's Ron," she asked turning to me and blushing ever so slightly.

"Oh My God, you don't…do you?"

"Not really, ok maybe just a little bit, Please don't tell."

"I won't, I promise." And with that you left the common room arm and arm.

When you got downstairs you sat across from the boys. You were first and sat down across from Harry. After you sat Hermione was seen for the first time. Harry looked at Ron then you and had to suppress a chuckle. Ron's face had turned the color of his hair and he had begun to stutter.

"W-Wow, Hermione." He managed to say. "You look nice."

"Thank you" she said and began to smile.

You and Harry looked at each other again and began to dig into your porridge. The rest of the breakfast was eaten in silence by the four of you except for a few chuckles that slipped out here and there. At the end of the breakfast the four of you walked out content and smiling.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Potty, Weasel and the two Mudbloods." You didn't even have to turn around to know who that voice belonged to. It was Draco Malfoy your worst enemy and the one true pain in your behind.

Hermione still on a cloud from being complimented by Ron turned around and sweetly asked "Is there something we can help you with Malfoy?"

"Sorry Mudblood, the houseleves already cleaned everything. Maybe tomorrow." He added scathingly.

You usually tried not to get into too big of a fight with Malfoy and his cronies but he had crossed the line. You spun around and retorted "You know what Malfoy if you hadn't been born a rich wizard and needed a job you wouldn't even be qualified to clean houses. You would have to spend your whole life asking 'Do you want fries with that?'

It was the first thing that crossed your mind and you had no idea that it would affect him the way that it did. It wiped his trademark smirk off his face and it was replaced by a look of shock. "You did not just insult me O'Callahan." He asked stepping closer to you.

"Maybe I did Malfoy." You replied stepping in his direction.

"Do you know what happens to people who insult me O'Callahan?"

"You don't give them their fries?" you retorted with a laugh.

He began using choice words and started ranting. After he began insulting your family you began using choice words back. He stopped talking and began walking forwards. After a few sentences directed at him your Irish accent began to get really thick and no one could make out anything you were say, which in a way was a good thing. You had closed your eyes as you often do when you are raging and where shocked to be looking into gray-blue pools when you opened them again. Your stomach did a little flip and you knew it was because Malfoy was so close to you. He had pulled out his wand and you had yours halfway up when McGonagall came storming into the corridor.

"Mr. Malfoy, Miss O'Callahan would you kindly put your wands away. First day of school and your already fighting in the hallway. Oh dear. 20 points each from Gryffindor and Slytherin and you'll both serve a detention tonight with me, 8:00." She said to both of you and then addressing the crowd that had gathered she said, "All of you go to your classes. Get a move on."

You and Malfoy glared at each other once more and then went on you separate ways. You had History of Magic first and after the first five minutes you had drifted off into your own thoughts. All you could think about was the fight when Malfoy came so close to you. You remembered how your stomach had flipped but the one thing you couldn't remember is if it was because of hatred or something else. You were about to diverge the possibilities when you snapped back into reality at the sound of your name.

"Psst, Calleigh Thanks for sticking up for me." Hermione whispered.

"No problem," you replied

Just then the bell rang and it was time for your next class. You would have to ponder your question later, but it stayed with you the whole day, right into detention with the man of the hour himself.