(A/N: Hello, peeps! Sorry about being crappy about updating, but I had to pack and move back to school. I'm just going to say it right now; this semester is going to be a beast. O.O Nevertheless, I would like to thank people for reviewing and say that I will continue to update when I can. I am still poor, still in college….so I don't own Harry Potter. Please review, they're like energy drinks for my fingers! ^^)

Chapter 11: Somewhere Over the Sna-aaaaaakes…

I don't know who Snob-foy loves to piss off more: Harry or me. Seriously, Harry's an easy-going guy most of the time but the idiot just has to go out of his way to ruin whatever good mood Harry might be in. He STILL thinks that acting like a prick to my friends and then saying cheesy lines to me is a bona fide way of making me like him. So, needless to say, Harry and I (along with Ron and Hermione) were thrilled that we only have to deal with him and his cronies during Potions.

But of course, that would be just too easy, now wouldn't it? Flying lessons were going to start up this week and who should we Gryffindors have to have them with other than the Slytherins? Oh joy upon joy. Up until then, pretty much all the guys were looking forward to flying. Now Harry was worried about making a fool about himself in front of Malfoy and I was forced to start plotting ways to avoid him. Ron was pretty good about cheering Harry up by telling him Malfoy was probably a crappy flyer and I tried to help by saying most of Malfoy's stories were untrue seeing as he probably didn't even know what helicopters are. Hermione isn't too fond of heights, but seemed to think if she read enough about flying it would help her be better at actually doing it. I however, having long since accepted my klutziness, figure that I would be doing well not to trip over the broom before I try to fly on it.

The morning of the flying lessons, Neville got a package from his grandma. Now, this in and of itself wasn't unusual, but this time instead of it being something that he had forgotten at home it was… a fancy magic marble? This I had to hear about.

"Hey Neville, whatcha got there?" I asked.

"It's a remembrall, if the smoke inside it turns red…. you've forgotten something…." He kinda faded out at the end because the remembrall in question had just turned red.

While Neville was trying to remember what he had forgotten, Malfoy came over with thugs 1 and 2 (read: Crabbe and Goyle) and swiped the marble-like object. Harry, Ron, and I all jumped up at once. They looked pissed (and believe me I was too), but it was my brilliant idea to yell, "OI! SWIPER NO SWIPING! SWIPER NOOOO SWIPING!" He just stood there looking confused while a bunch of muggleborns and Harry started chuckling or full out laughing. McGonagall, however, was not as amused.

"What is going on here and what was with all of the racket Miss Weasley?" she asked, her expression stern (shocker, right?).

"Malfoy's got my remembrall, Professor." Neville explained while I said, "Malfoy was being a buttmunch."

"I was just looking." mumbled Malfoy, stalking away with his shadows following.

Just then a really old owl nipped my hand. Huh. My first letter (not counting my Hogwarts letter).

"What's Errol doing here?" exclaimed Ron. At our confused looks, he elaborated, "That's the family owl."

I paled a little. Now don't give me that look, I've been meaning to contact my birth parents but what was I supposed to say, "Dear Mom and Dad I didn't know that were my real parents until recently, What's the haps? I'm Kayla and I'm the daughter that you lost 11 years ago. Just so you know. Hugs and kisses, Kayla Weasley?" Yeah—no. So I guess someone told them about me. Probably Percy. Anyway, that letter's not going to read itself. I opened it and read,

Dearest Kayla,

When we received the letter from Percy telling us that they had found you, we didn't dare hope to believe it. In fact, we owled Professors McGonagall and Dumbledore immediately afterwards. Now that we know it's true, we cannot wait to meet you in person. In fact, we will be meeting you at lunch on Halloween and then join you children for the feast later to discuss all of this.

All our Love,

Mum and Dad

Silently I passed the letter for Hermione, Ron, and Harry to read and then asked quietly for a quill and some parchment to form my response to my parents.

~oOo~

By the time we were heading to flying lessons, I was back to my dorky, klutzy version of normal. Yeah, suppressing my reaction to the letter would probably bite me in the ass come Halloween, but I can't flip out right now or everyone would doubt my levels of sanity even more. Anyways, I was walking backward and talking and joking with Harry, Ron, and Hermione when I bumped into someone knocking them over.

"Oops, sorry dude!" I said before turning around to see that it was flipping MALFOY that I knocked over.

He just looked so ruffled and had grass sticking to his gelled hair that I just couldn't help it. I started laughing my ass off, with my fellow lions joining me when they saw Snobfoy with his natural green highlights. He was looking rather red at this point. (Very Christmassy, hehehe) However, trying to save face I s'pose, he got up and brushed himself off and turned toward me.

"Yes, Twat of Christmas' Past?" I said, wiping tears of laughter from my eyes.

He just snarled, because Madam Hooch had just arrived; that lady has the best timing. She instructed us to put our right hands over the brooms and yell, "UP!" Harry's jumped into his hand immediately, while Ron's and mine smacked us in the face simultaneously. Hermione's and Neville's just rolled around on the ground. Eventually, we all had our brooms and mounted them. We were supposed to take off when Hooch counted to three, but Neville jumped the gun and started on two. He didn't have any control over the broom and fell off from about twenty feet in the air and broke his wrist. Hooch told us to just stand here and wait while she took him to the Hospital Wing. That's when Malfoy burst into laughter.

"Did you see his face? Oh look, it's that stupid thing he had at breakfast earlier… "He started to smirk evilly.

"Give that here." Harry said quietly, his eyes dancing with suppressed rage. Yikes, scary Harry! But I agreed with what he said, so I chimed in with an icy, "Now."

"Naw, I think I'll leave somewhere for him to find. How 'bout up a tree?" he cackled, while jumping up onto his broom and flying up about ten feet. Harry followed him up there, ignoring Hermione's "You'll get in trouble!" On an interesting side note, DANG Harry can FLY! He looked downright graceful up there. Ron and I cheered.

"Give that here, Malfoy, before I knock you off that broom!" Harry snarled. Malfoy looked like he didn't think Harry could.

"You do that, Potter! I'll keep looking for a nice elm to put this stupid thing in." He taunted. That was a mistake on his part, for sure. Harry shot towards him and when he dodged Harry whipped back around.

"There's no Crabbe and Goyle to save you up here!" Harry spat. Malfoy looked like he was about to piss himself.

"Catch it if you can then!" He shouted throwing Neville's remembrall as hard as he could before bolting to the ground. Wimp.

Harry, on the other hand, was diving masterfully toward the little glass ball at break-neck speed. Just before he would have hit the ground, he caught it, evened out, and then jumped off the broom.

"HARRY POTTER!"

Shite. McGonagall would be the one to see this. Malfoy and co. were cackling triumphantly.

"Never in all my years—could have died….Potter, you are coming with me immediately!" McGonagall barked.

"But professor, Malfoy was being a twa-"

"I don't want to hear it, Miss Weasley!"

"But he-"

"Quiet, Mister Weasley!"

She then proceeded to drag Harry, who looked completely depressed and anxious, back to the castle. Malfoy burst into laughter again. Did he really get a kick out of watching professors drag away unfortunate students? Creeper.

"Guess Saint Potter will have to go back to the dirty, dumb Muggles!" he snorted.

"Oh, piss off! You're just jealous that you can't fly worth crap!" I snapped at him.

"Yeah, Malfoy. I knew you were full of it with all those hellycoopter stories!" chimed in Ron.

"Helicopter." corrected Hermione quietly.

"Oh be quiet Weaselbee!" he shot at Ron and then turned to me and said, "And I still haven't quite forgiven you for pushing me earlier, lovey! Perhaps a kiss will make me feel better-" SMACK.

I had had it up to the freaking Astronomy tower with this guy! So I slapped that man-ho right across his stupid face.

"Leave me the hell alone or you will find yourself unable to reproduce!" I hissed and then walked back to a stunned Hermione and Ron who was starting to grin.

Ron high-fived me and said, "I'm so glad to have you as a sister!"

~oOo~

So it turns out instead of getting a ton of detentions or something, Harry got on the quidditch team. Ron and I were just congratulating him over dinner when Malfoy and his shadows decided to come antagonize Harry.

"Having one last meal before being shipped to the Muggles eh, Potter?" he quipped. The thugs chuckled dully.

"You're a lot braver now that you've got your little friends back with you." Harry said in a cold voice.

"I'll face you anytime. How about a wizard's duel? Tonight at midnight in the trophy room. That is, if you know what a wizard's duel is?" He challenged.

"Of course he knows. I'm his second, who's yours?" Ron retorted.

"Crabbe. Don't be late." He sneered and then left.

Hermione, who had joined me during this, looked highly uncomfortable about this bout of rule-breaking. I, however, was planning on backing them up. There was no way that Malfoy would be straight-up and honorable about this. I had a feeling he was up to something. Well, I guess I'll find out tonight.