Yay, I'm late once more! :) Please stay with this story! I have so many ideas, they just take a while to get out of my mind and onto Microsoft Word :) So, read and love it? Thanks!

PS: I won't be able to review for at least eight or so days, I'm going to Toronto with ErynPotter (check her out!)

We're dead, Eryn though piteously, racing down the corridors. She attempted to hastily button up her half-open blouse, only to mess up and have to redo it all. Her ivory socks fell down her shins, but she quickly pulled them back up.

It was the first day of classes, and she had overslept. It didn't really surprise her; after all, it was practically tradition for her to sleep in a little bit too late, therefore missing the bell and having to rush to class.

In fact…

"Shit!" a loud, very familiar scream echoed down the hallway, and Eryn was met with Annabelle and Rose, both of whom looked just as sleepy and dishevelled as herself. That was the in fact previously: it was tradition for all five friends to oversleep and be late on the first day.

"Just wake up?" Eryn asked through panting breaths as they jogged to keep at a regular pace. Annabelle nodded, but Rose took the sarcastic approach.

"No, I was awake hours ago, I just was so enthralled by Hogwarts: A History that I lost track of time!" she snapped. Eryn rolled her eyes.

"Someone didn't get their coffee, I see." She received a tongue being stuck out at her, and laughed. "What do you have?"

"Potions," they said in unison, both groaning a bit.

"Fun," the blonde murmured. "I have Care of Magical Creatures with Ravenclaw."

"Speak of the devil -" Annabelle was cut over conveniently at a loud shriek. All three girls looked behind them to find Sam, racing forwards, her blouse completely unbuttoned, revealing a light pink bra. They all rolled, still walking quickly, as she caught up.

"Nice look," Annabelle chuckled. Sam smiled and flipped her waves over her shoulder.

"I thought I'd go for the more provocative look today," she sighed breathily. Rose quickly began to button them up, as she wasn't completely sure whether her friend was being serious or not. And she didn't have the energy that day to kick anyone's ass for trying to grope Sam.

They all raced around until they reached the Entrance Hall, where Eryn and Sam hurried outside to Hagrid's Hut and Rose and Annabelle headed for a different exit closer to their destination. It led them underground and all the way around.

Along the way, they passed the Slytherin common room, where Kenzie practically fell out of the sliding wall. She dusted herself off and began to pull her hair into a bun while slinging her bag over her shoulder.

"Aren't we a little late," Annabelle smiled. Kenzie gave her the finger.

"Potions is the bane of my existence," she grumbled. "I swear to God, it's the beginning of the year, and Dumbledore has cursed me with first-block Potions."

"Us too," the former girl grumbled.

"It could be worse," Rose pointed out. "It could be with Snape. Instead, you've got this Slughorn guy." Kenzie nodded grudgingly, finally reaching the dungeons. Smiling weakly as her friends, she pushed open the heavy wooden door and stepped in.

"…prepared a few potions for you…" Slughorn trailed off as they all entered. His little watery eyes hidden behind layers of fat looked behind him and saw her innocent face smiling at him. Every other Slytherin gave them all a glare of disdain, but the Gryffindor's grinned at Annabelle and Rose, their colleagues and friends.

"Sorry we're late, Professor," Annabelle offered gently, hurrying away. Rose followed, at a slower pace, with Kenzie by her side. They sat silently beside one another, behind a mass of students.

"The second outburst this class, my, my, we're off to a bit of a rocky start, aren't we?" Slughorn commented, the jovial tone hidden beneath much fake annoyance. His gaze flickered to Ron and Harry, who were sitting against the wall. Harry offered the girls a smile, but Ron remained determinedly stony. Especially to Rose.

"Now, where was I…ah, yes! I've prepared a few potions for you to have a look at, just out of interest, you know. These are the kind of thing you ought to be able to make after completing your NEWT's. You ought to have heard of 'em, even if you haven't made 'em yet. Anyone tell me what this one is." He motioned to a pot nearest the Slytherin table. All three of Hermione, Kenzie, and Rose's hands flew up. Slughorn smiled and chuckled.

"Miss…um…" He was looking at Kenzie.

"Thorne, sir."

"Yes, Miss. Thorne. What is this potion?"

"It's Veritaserum. It has no taste, no smell, no defined color. And it forces the drinker into telling only the truth." Hermione looked most displeased, but Slughorn bounced about.

"Very well done, Miss. Thorne! Five points to Slytherin House!" he laughed. "Now, this one here is pretty well known. Featured in a few Ministry leaflets lately, too. Who can -" Hermione beat the rest of the girls this time. "Yes?"

"It's Polyjuice Potion, sir."

Rose and Kenzie eyed the sludge in a bowl. From the corner of their eyes, they saw Ron and Harry doing the same, but with a look of recognition instead of disgust.

The rest of the potion decisions were made mostly by the three girls: Hermione, Kenzie, and Rose. Afterwards, they were told to make a Draught of Living Death. For the prize of a vial of Felix Felicis.

Of course, Kenzie quickly became submerged in her work. She got that way when it came to school. Easily intrigued, she stuck to that which she was trying to handle, and hated being disturbed. That was why Rose had shifted as far away from her as possible until the hour was done and she had claimed her bottle of liquid luck.

And while Kenzie was good at blocking people out while in her zone, she wasn't perfect.

"Did you hear about her family?"

"What, of filthy Muggles and Mudbloods like her?"

She looked up curiously at the desk ahead of her. It seated Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini, who were whispering badly. In front of them, Crabbe and Goyle were turned and listening, but too thick to realize they were being watched by the person in question.

"She's a Thorne in my side."

"Nice one."

"Shut it. It's honest, though. She's a bloody pain in my ass! Blessing our presences with her hideous face and shape. Hell, Pansy has a better body than her. I don't understand why she's in Slytherin. She's the most absurdly kind person ever, which only makes her more insufferable. And her mother! Such a lowlife, such a scummy little Muggle! God, I wish she'd just fall of the face of the earth!"

At this point, Kenzie's finely chopped up roots were a mess of a soft stick. Rose looked at her handiwork questioningly.

"You okay?" she asked tentatively, afraid of getting socked in an attempt of actually being kind. Kenzie ignored her, though, and stood up. Her fists shook slightly. Her expression was of rage. Oh, she could deal with insults at her, but when he talked about her mother. That crossed her metaphorical line.

She wanted to beat the living shit out of Draco fucking Malfoy.

Slughorn was turned around, crouched behind his desk, trying to pick up a piece of paper. Which gave Kenzie the perfect moment to get her revenge.

She strode around her table, so she was standing right next to him. His ice blonde back of his head was facing her, until Zabini cleared his throat and nodded at her, and he turned. A slightly satisfied smirk was plastered on his pale face.

"Can I help you, Mudblood?" he asked casually. She smiled sweetly, sickeningly. It was hideous, conniving, and evil.

This was her Slytherin side.

Leaning onto the stone tabletop, she looked him straight in his mercury eyes. "Draco, sweetie. Of course you can." She noticed she was speaking a bit loudly, and the entire class was paying attention to them. But she was riled up too much to care. "

"And how can this help be achieved?" He obviously couldn't see the rage covered in a mask of sugary kindness. The kind of sugar that caused cavities. Or maybe he could and just didn't care.

"Well, first," she began, getting closer, "You can fall off the face of the earth. And you can have your mother insulted. And you can be called so piteously ugly that each time you grace anyone with your presence, we puke. Oops, too late." Several kids made cat calls, and You got burned! His eyes became glared.

"Excuse me -"

"You're not excused, you douche bag!" she shrieked. Slughorn surprisingly still didn't notice. The old man was deaf. "And secondly, not to mention lastly, you can shut the fuck up!"

And her clenched fist made swift, loud contact with his nose.

Her knuckles quickly felt as though bruises were blossoming on the bone. Blood began to pour out of Draco's nose. Her free hand grabbed her wand, and she cast a hurried spell. Nothing seemed to happen, so she would simply have to trust her magic.

"Professor!" Pansy Parkinson shrieked, rushing over to her beau. Her eyes were filled with tears as he attempted to stem the never-ending flow. Slughorn looked up to see a crowd of people beginning to cover their table. His eyes widened.

"What the devil is going on here?" he called, coming closer. And as he did, his shock and worry turned into repulsion and annoyance. "Now, Mr. Malfoy, I understand your interest in being the teacher's favourite, but this is really overdoing it."

"What are you talking about?" Draco cried. His sleeve was still to his nose. "My nose is bloody bleeding because that bitch punched me!" He pointed to Kenzie at the word bitch, though she was looking as innocent as ever, now sitting down with Rose at her side, covering a grin.

"Mr. Malfoy, your nose is not bleeding," Slughorn calmly explained.

"Look at it!" Pansy shrieked.

"It's not bleeding!"

"Yes, it -" Draco stopped mid-sentence, and slowly turned to face Kenzie. She grinned and waved, looking angelic. "What spell did you put on me?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. She let her hand rest in her hand.

"Oh, just a simple little charm that allows students to see the damage I've done but the teacher's think you are simply ludicrous." He widened his eyes in fury, to which she added, with more than a touch of smugness, "A spell of my own creation."

"You bitch!" Pansy cried, looking ready to claw said girl's eyes out. Draco held her down, though, and simply turned around and kept his sleeve at his nose.

"Oh, you are wicked," Rose laughed. "I love it!"

I fucking love Kenzie :) She's so badass! I must be rubbing off on her ;)

Review? I think so too!