A/N: I'm alive! I've been snowed in these past days, all of them snow days, and I got out early on Monday, so it's been very hectic. My sister forgot her chicken at the bank, my puppy is getting better from the flu, for the first time in my life I'm going stir-crazy, and you may not be a fan of wrestling, or care, but I was so happy when I found out about what happened on Monday night Raw. I cried! Enjoy this new chapter, I certainly had enough time to think on it!

P.S.- I definitely laughed my head off when DeathsDaughterDanielle's review started out with "damn Missouri weather…"

"What extracurricular activities did you take at your old school? Oh, let me guess, Babbling 101?" As me, Harry, Hermione, and Ron were walking to our next class, Care of Magical Creatures, which was somewhere on the Hogwarts grounds, Draco Malfoy decided to share his thoughts with me.

"Actually, Draco, it's an inherited trait. Why do you care so much? Do you want to take a course in this so-called 'Babbling 101'?" My headache was growing and my patience was thinning, so Missourian accent was coming out a bit, as well as some good-old sarcasm.

"No! First of all, I wanted to see how Neville would fail at the potion we were supposed to make today, it would've been great, but you ruined it! Second of all, I don't think I've ever seen anyone talk that much before. Ever." Before I could retort, Hermione beat me to it.

"Shut your mouth, Malfoy! Can't you see that something's bothering her?"

The Slytherin shot a dirty look at her. "Stay out of this, mudblood."

Upon seeing her hurt expression, I said, "Alright, that's it." I started to lunge at him, but something held me back, literally. I turned to see Harry, Ron, Neville, and Hermione keeping me from doing anything.

"You must be a mudblood from the way you reacted," Draco said, spitting at my feet.

"Well, maybe I am, it shouldn't make a difference, or maybe I was defending a friend because you don't seem to care when you hurt someone's feelings!" I shouted. As he laughed and walked away, I yelled, "What goes around, comes around!" After taking a couple of deep breaths, I calmed down enough for the four Gryffindors to let me go and we continued to walk to class.

"Kristin, I never pegged you as the type to loose their temper," Ron said, standing away from me slightly.

I rolled my eyes, "I'm not going to kill you Ron, jeeze!"

"Cheese? Where?" the youngest Weasley brother exclaimed, whipping his head around.

"Ronald! You dimwit!" Hermione said, smacking him in the arm.

"What'd I do?" I laughed. "What'd I do?"

"Oh, you're just a silly-willy," I said, reaching up and ruffling his hair. "Man, if you were any taller, you'd be as tall as—" I stopped short and shook my head.

"As tall as who?" Harry asked. When I didn't answer, Neville put his hand on his shoulder to keep him from pursuing me. After about two minutes of walking in silence, we arrived in this little clearing near the Forbidden Forest, where students and this very, very tall man with a long black beard were waiting for us. Hagrid!

"A'right class, today, we'r going to have an adventure! I'm goin' to put ye'all in groups and you'r goin' to try an' find a bowtruckle in these trees." He looked at me warily. "Ye look new, how 'bout ye partner up with Malfoy over there?" I must've looked distraught, but on the inside I was thinking: Yes! Revenge!

"Alright, Professor Hagrid," I said, being polite.

"Ahh, ye ar' too nice! Jus' call me Hagrid!" I nodded, went over to my partner and tried to think that this wouldn't be quite as horrible as if he was my partner in Biology. Making a baby with him? It just couldn't happen!

As we headed off towards this random tree, Draco said, "You never specified with me earlier, what's your blood type?"

"A positive, why? Are you a picky vampire?" I replied, looked distinctly at the tree, trying to find a bowtruckle.

"Well, I suppose I could tell someone about what happened in Dumbledore's office…"

I glared at him. "Don't you remember what I told you last night? Jeeze!"

"Cheese?" I turned to look at him.

"Why does everyone say that?" We worked in silence until the platinum blonde broke it.

"I meant your patronus charm. I've never seen one done, and since you come from an 'under-leveled' school, I was wondering how you pulled it off." As he said this, my face turned red. There was no way I was going to tell him that I practiced all the well-known spells in the Harry Potter series behind a closed door with my orange flexi-ruler.

"I-uh, I kind of winged it? Yeah, I winged it!" Since I'm a terrible liar, he narrowed his eyes at me.

"Do you really expect me to believe that? You 'winged it'? What are with all these foreign phrases?"

I rolled my eyes, "Well, I am foreign, remember? Oh wait, you don't have a memory." Before he could retort, I saw something on the tree twitch, something I wouldn't have seen if it hadn't have moved. Putting my finger to my lips to indicate silence, I carefully put my hand under the creature and gently pushed it off the tree with the other. I caught a bowtruckle!

"Let's get this thing back to Hagrid; I don't want to spend any more time with you," Draco said with a scowl on his face.

"You shouldn't do that, your face could freeze that way." We quickly made our way to Hagrid and presented him with the requested creature.

"A bowtruckle! You'r da firs' ones to find one. Ye mus' make a good team." I wrinkled my nose and went off in search for my four friends.

"Hey, Kristin! How was it be partners with Malfoy?" Neville asked, looking up from the tree he was looking at.

"Terrible, I think I'm scarred for life. How's it going finding those little bowtruckles, my friends?"

"I can't find a bloody one! All I see is a tree!" Ron yelled in frustration.

"Don't bowtruckles blend in with trees, Hermione?"

"Yes, they do. Look harder, Ron!"

I smiled, "If you can't see, Ron, you could always borrow my glasses." I felt two arms fall across my shoulders and I almost screamed, but immediately laughed when I saw who was behind me. "Fred and George!"

"Hello, love, how's the day been going for you?" Fred asked, grinning.

"Well, I kind of kept Snape from doing lessons, I almost attacked Draco, and I was partnered up with him just a few minutes ago. What are you two even doing here? I didn't think you had this class," I asked, looking at both of them.

"Oh, we had a free period and decided to see how you were doing," George said, glancing over at Malfoy. "I think you're getting to him, Kristin, he looks pissed off." The other six of us looked over at the Slytherin and laughed.

"I thought only I made him that angry," Harry exclaimed.