A/N: I'm surprised no one said anything about the mushroom, but I do have to say that my reviews for Chapter 11 made me smile when I got up this morning; you all compliment me without hitting me like my friends do, so it's really nice. It doesn't take a lot for me to be inspired but, all of my reviews, favorites, and alerts for this story has, so thank you, all of you! 3

If everyone was shocked by my fear, then everyone in the room was just flabbergasted at his, I mean, their mouths were practically on the floor! At that moment I had stopped breathing and once Draco's gaze fell on me, he immediately fled the room.

"What the bloody hell was that all about?" Fred asked to nobody in particular.

"I-I have absolutely no idea," I replied. Professor Lupin decided to take charge and, with a flick of his wand, the box disappeared and the room became filled with desks and chairs.

"Everyone please sit down!" He motioned for me to follow him, so I did as everyone else was sitting in their regular spots. "Kristin," he whispered. "Do you think you could help Mr. Malfoy resolve his issues?" It took all of my strength not start laughing.

"Of course, Professor." I started to walk away, but I stopped abruptly. "Do I need a planner?" I mentally slapped myself, knowing that Hogwarts didn't require passes to leave a classroom.

"Uh…no?" He looked at me with a confused look on his face.

I sighed. "Never mind." I quickly left the room with a blush on my face. How could I be so stupid? Looking left and right once I closed the classroom door, I couldn't see any signs of Draco. Why did he even step up to the boggart if he knew what his fear was? Why was Voldemort killing me his fear, anyway? I happen to recall all of my new friends saying that he hates my guts; I don't understand why he would care if I was dead or alive! And I thought guys were stupid at my school!

"How could I be so stupid?" My ears perked up to the almost silent voice and I followed it. I turned and walked toward the voice and, after about a minute, I saw the blonde Slytherin sitting against the wall with his knees hugged to his chest. When he looked up at me, I saw tears running down his cheeks. "What do you want?" I shook my head and sat down next to him.

"Do you mind telling me what happened back there?"

His wet eyes filled with rage. "I just revealed my darkest secret and you're asking me what happened?"

"Yes, yes I am." He looked like he was going to blow up, so I explained. "You met me yesterday, yesterday, Draco. I know you don't care for that many people and I know you certainly don't like me, so I'm just struggling to understand."

"You obviously don't know anything because I do care for you and I do like you—"

I held my hand up. "Let me stop you right there. It's just not possible for someone to care for someone else when they don't know them."

He snorted. "You certainly care for a lot of the Gryffindors."

"The thing is, Draco, I know them, and that's why I care for my friends. You, on the other hand, don't know me at all."

"Well, then tell me. Tell me about yourself."

I closed my eyes. "I'm Kristin Lacey from Maplewood, Missouri, I have three siblings, a million friends, four nephews, a niece, and I'm fifteen years old." We sat in silence for a moment.

"That's it? That's all you're going to tell me?"

"Well, yeah. I'm not that difficult to figure out." I looked at him. "Is Voldemort killing me really your biggest fear?"

He nodded. "Are mushrooms really your biggest fear?" I laughed.

"Of course."

"Hey, Draco! What're you doing?" We both looked up to see either Crabbe or Goyle—I can never remember who is who—and a scowl took over Draco's face. He immediately stood up and kicked me in the ribs as hard as he could.

"Ow!" I cried as I fell over in pain.

He looked down at me with a smirk. "Don't ever speak to me again." After he walked off with his two goons, my friends rushed to my side.

"What did that arse do to you, Kristin?" Ron asked. He was then smacked by Hermione.

"Ron! She's obviously hurt!"

"Oh, it's nothing," I said, as Fred and George helped me up. "Thanks."

"What'd you say to make him kick you?" Harry asked. Thank goodness someone saw what he did to me.

"I'm not sure. I'm not sure at all."