Song: Waking the Witch by Kate Bush

They still haven't approved the movie character of Kellah being added… And I worked really hard on this chapter hope you guys like it.


The mischievous Weasley twins, Fred and George, were caught throwing snowballs at Professor Quirrell's head by Hermione and Kellah as they entered Hogwarts. Juggling Milkyway's cage, Kellah gave the twins a double thumbs-up to show her approval, but Hermione was not impressed and shook her head.

Hermione, in her eagerness to make the most of her time, proceeded directly to the Gryffindor common room with no delay. Kellah headed straight to the owlery, allowing Milkyway to spend time with her feathered companions.

The cold air stung her face as she trudged through the snow, making the long walk even more difficult. As her boots sunk into the snow, the cold seeped through the soles and into her toes, causing her to shiver. Her fingers tightened around the school cloak as she balanced Milkyway's cage in her other hand. When she released Milkway at the entrance, the owl took off into the owlery, hooting as she went.

The sound of footsteps coming down the stairs caught her attention, and before she knew it, the person slipped on a patch of ice, and she collided with the jogger. She was grateful for the person's help as she struggled to stand up from the ground they handed her Milkyway's cage. A dimpled smile greeted her, and she couldn't help but notice the strength in their arms. Kellah instantly knew who it was. Seeing Dean, there was a pleasant surprise for her, as she had not expected to run into him.

"Sorry about that." He pointed at her hair. "Your…"

"My what?"

"You changed your hair. It's nice." His dimples made another appearance as he smiled, and she found it endearing.

As she talked, she idly played with her braid, twisting and pulling at the strands. "It was a rush job. I'll fix it later."

For some unknown reason, a sad expression had taken hold of his eyes. "No, it's perfect."

His fingertips caressed her cheek, and she closed her eyes, surrendering to him. She lifted her hand to hold his, but he moved away from her reach. Kellah's eyes snapped open, her gaze sharp as she sucked in a deep breath, willing her racing heart to slow down, and balled her hands into fists at her sides.

After they stared too long, he said bye in a higher pitch than his normal voice, then quickly descended the steps and began his jog. Kellah was unsure how to react to that situation.

The few students in the corridor back at the castle greeted her, but she barely acknowledged them, lost in her thoughts, as she hurried towards the Gryffindor common room. When she entered the porthole, it creaked as she squeezed by placing her birdcage on the fireplace mantle. Hermione was nagging them about finding information on Nicholas Flamel.

Removing her cloak, Kellah could feel the heat emanating from the fireplace as she sat with them on the floor to stay warm. "A better question is, how did you guys like our presents?" Kellah asked. Seeing her friends snapped her out of the mood she was in.

"The new chess set is nice and in my favorite color," Ron smiled.

"Orange," Hermione and Ron said together.

Ron cleared his throat. "The hammock for Scabbers was nice, too. He doesn't want to sleep with me anymore and keeps going to the bloody hammock. And the rope—he loves climbing it. He's been in the Rat Residence with his friends, living it up."

Kellah blinked rapidly. "There is a place for pet rats here."

"There is an owlery. Why wouldn't there be a place for toads and rats?" Ron stated.

"I can show them to you. I have read all about it in Hogwarts: A History and visited each place: Toad Town, Rat Residency, and Owlery. There is even a Cat Cove," Hermione informed.

"Yeah, the presents were nice—the chocolate frogs and the tiny Nimbus Two Thousand," said Harry.

Kellah leans into Harry. "If it was nice, why didn't we get presents too? Aren't we friends?" said Kellah.

"Because I have never really had friends before or…presents," said Harry, said the last part quietly, but Kellah heard it.

"Well, you've got us now. And we'll make up for it on your birthdays, promise," said Ron.

"You don't have to," said Hermione.

"Yes, they do," said Kellah. "Gifts made from the heart are acceptable," she said, looking at Ron.

Ron smiled to himself but said nothing, his ears turning red.

"Now, we need to celebrate the group's reunion," said Kellah.

Hermione nodded. "I agree. What should we do? Study more, Nicholas Flamel?"

"That's not celebrating," said Ron.

"We could have a little party, just the four of us right here," Harry said.

"Good idea, Harry. Can you get a bunch of candy together for tonight?" said Kellah.

He shook his head. "I'm trying to graduate with my inheritance intact. I have seven more years of schooling," Harry said.

"Harry shouldn't have to buy the candy," said Ron.

"Okay, we can pull all our money together," Kellah said.

They collectively possessed seven sickles, approximately two pounds in Muggle money. It was a genuinely melancholy occurrence that took place. They resorted to examining the couch cushions as well, even though it wasn't something they felt proud of. Not one coin, not even a speck of dirt. When Kellah looked at Harry, he refused to meet her gaze and instead pushed the hair down in front of his scar.

"We are having that party tonight. I will cover it," said Kellah.

"Are you going to rub our seven sickles together?" Harry said.

"Something like that," said Kellah.

Kellah shivered as she made her way back to the owlery through the snowy terrain, her breath visible in the frigid air. She was getting her steps in today. The climb up the stairs of the old tower that was the owlery was slow and treacherous, the slipperiness making each step a challenge. The sound of flapping wings echoed around her as she ascended the steps, surrounded by the smell of musty feathers and bird droppings. As she climbed higher, the absence of windows became more apparent, and she shivered at the open view. Rows of small alcoves were carved into the stone walls, providing perches for the owls. The other owls towered over Kellah's little one, but she spotted it. Sitting on a hay bale, she felt the coarse texture against her skin and wrote her letter with care.


Dear D

If you buy me a bunch of candy and send it by tonight, I will accept your letters and gifts.

From K


Transcribing the address from the last letter, written in his elegant script, onto the parchment.

Milkway was devouring a mouse when she finally consented to let Kellah tie the messages on its leg. The owl regurgitated the bones with a soft sound. She watched it fly out of the open balcony and into the clouds.

Suspended above that were ladders for reaching higher levels. She climbed a ladder, and her palms grew sweaty as she reached the top rung. It was a welcome retreat from the dirt and clutter of the lower level, with plenty of spaces to conceal oneself. Kellah found a spot on the ground covered in sweet-smelling hay and dangled her feet under the shade of the giant archway. She swung her legs back and forth, feeling the cool breeze brush against her skin as she gazed at the breathtaking view of the castle and the glistening lake. Maybe it would be her place to reflect if she didn't mind the smell.

In the dim common room, Harry leaned over the chessboard to anticipate Ron's next move. At twilight, her owl swooped in from an open window with a sack that looked twice its size. With a swift movement, the owl placed its catch on the table. Hermione's heart sank as the bag opened, and Milkyway tumbled hooting pitifully as she lay there on the ground. Hermione's eyes narrowed as she shot a menacing look at Kellah, her fingers running through Milkyway's feathers absentmindedly. Snatching a piece of sugar cane from the open bag, Milkyway took to the air and disappeared. Hermione's eyebrows shot up in surprise while Kellah beamed with pride. It was undoubtedly her bird. Kellah was delighted that the enchantment had helped Milkyway become a more capable transporter. But she would be mindful of packages with candy now if it was fruit-based or had sugarcane.

"Is that the candy?" asked Hermione, trying to pretend an owl hadn't just tricked her.

The sweet smell of hundreds of candies filled the room as she opened the large sack. Along with the candy, there were also inflatable instruments that made a comical honking sound when squeezed as they dressed up in oversized toy items. They knew they were about to create something magical as they interacted with the inflatables, making the atmosphere feel enchanting. Hermione waved a massive witch hat as she watched the boys play while Kellah's wore an oversized hairbow tapping out a rhythm as she danced. Ron was on a saxophone, having his solo in bulky sunglasses. Harry stood there, adjusting his enlarged shoes and tapping his foot to the rhythm of the tune he played on the flute. As they spun around in a circle, they giggled and shouted until they finally collapsed in a heap, laughing uncontrollably.

They eagerly tore open the treats, causing the air to be filled with the sound of crinkling candy wrappers. It was hard to decide what to snack on with the overwhelming selection of available types. They consumed so many sweets that they fell into a sugar-induced coma.

As Hermione dozed off, the book's pages on her face rustled softly with each breath she took. Ron and Hermione were lying down beside each other, sound asleep, and their hands were just inches away from touching. Kellah lay there, watching as Harry licked his chocolate frog card and read it, the sound of his voice lulling her into a relaxed state.

Gasping, Harry stumbled backward in disbelief. "This is how I know Nicholas Flamel. It's on Dumbledore's card."

Hermione jolted awake with a loud snort and the book falling from her face. She immediately glanced at the chocolate frog card. Running up to the girls' dormitory, Hermione grabbed an enormous book and sprinted back down.

"I knew I saw that name before I checked this out before taking a break for a bit of light reading."

Hermione slammed the book down on a table, waking Ron. "Light?" said Ron.

"I knew you would find it, Hermione," said Kellah.

"You barely looked, Kellah," said Hermione.

"Because you're so competent," said Harry, giving Kellah a reassuring look.

Hermione instructed Kellah and Harry to keep their voices down as she pored over the book's pages, muttering to herself in concentration. With a yawn, Ron rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and leaned against Hermione. Kellah watched as Hermione's body stiffened.

After searching for what felt like hours, she finally discovered what she had been seeking. They talked about who Nicholas Flamel was, but Kellah could not keep her eyes open and eventually succumbed to sleep. They had everything in hand.

She fell asleep that night, only to be consumed by thoughts of Malfoy, his scent lingering in her dreams. Kellah tried to smile as the gifts rained down on her, but each one felt like a sharp sting. She was being pelted relentlessly until she felt buried under the weight of it all.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she knew she was in for a rough morning as her head throbbed from the sugar-induced migraine. However, the freshly cleaned floor gleaming under their feet helped. They each had a cozy blanket. Even Milkway's birdcage was gone from the mantle. Gratitude filled her heart even though she was unaware of who had cleaned the common room. It was most likely Ema Sato, the Gryffindor's Prefect. Sleeping or not, Ema would have likely kicked them awake to make them help so she wasn't too sure.

Before class the next day, she still suffered from sugar headaches, but that didn't stop Harry from eagerly recounting his experience with the Mirror of Erised. Kellah was curious to know her desire, but Harry informed her that Dumbledore had already relocated it. She was always a beat too late to catch the exciting parts. Even Ron talked about his story and how he saw his desires in the mirror. Hermione said it was a good thing Dumbledore moved the mirror, but Kellah was happy she vowed to stay at Hogwarts for winter break. She wouldn't miss any Mirrors of Erised or anything of like anymore. After pondering for a brief moment, she realized Erised was desire backward. It's surprising that Hermione, who can usually figure out anything, couldn't solve that problem. That made her feel better about the mirror as the weeks went on.

In between Quidditch practices, Harry would join Hermione and Kellah in the common room only to complain about his grueling schedule. Meanwhile, Hermione and Kellah were busy grumbling over their inability to beat Ron at chess.

In a low voice, Harry divulged Snape's ominous intentions of becoming a Quidditch referee to the other three, careful not to be overheard.

"Don't play," said Hermione flatly.

"Say you're ill," said Ron.

"I can make you ill," Kellah added.

"Pretend to break your leg," Hermione suggested.

"Really, break your leg," said Ron.

"I volunteer to break your leg," Kellah winked.

"I can't," said Harry. "There isn't a reserve seeker. If I back out, we have to forfeit, and why do you want to cause me harm, Kellah?"

"Ron suggested it first," Kellah replied.

As Ron checkmated Hermione in their chess game, he couldn't help but give Kellah a side-eye. While Kellah took the position of Ron's latest sacrifice, Hermione pulled out a chess book and began studying it.

"No more life-threatening suggestions from both of you," Harry demanded.

Kellah shrugged. "It was sarcasm."

"Can't be too sure with you," said Ron. Underneath the table, both Hermione and Kellah kicked Ron. In pain, he loudly yelled and began rubbing his leg.

Then Neville came into the Gryffindor common room with his legs stuck together, courtesy of the Leg Locker Curse, thanks to Malfoy. Hermione had the counter-curse ready. Kellah had grown increasingly irritated with Draco's behavior, as he kept sending her letters filled with both terrible behavior and failed flirting attempts. It was hard for her to admit it, but he had done a great job with the spell, and she had to give him credit.

To lift Neville's spirits, they all individually tried to make him feel better. Upon hearing what Draco had done, Kellah made a vow to Neville that she would make Draco pay for his actions. Neville seemed to be in a state of panic, with his face turning red and his reluctance to make any mistakes. The thought of having to report to McGonagall did not sit well with him. Harry, who had a confident demeanor, gave his friend a solid pep talk. He told Neville that he was worth at least twelve Malfoys, and Kellah, who was standing nearby, nodded her head in agreement. Neville might be a klutz, but he was her friend. When no one else was there for her besides Hermione, he was there. The idea of getting back at Draco had been on her mind for a while, and she was finally ready to take action.

In the class of Defense Against the Dark Arts the following day, Kellah was taking notes on different ways to treat werewolf bites, all while wearing a lovely head wrap that featured an intricate pattern. A precious jewel was unveiled from the center, gracefully suspended from the turban above her nose and forehead. With a determined look, she walked up to Professor Quirrell.

"Your turban inspired me to wear one from my country. I wonder why the prince gave you such a plain one, though."

Upon hearing something funny, Layla snorted loudly, which echoed through the room. The class was left murmuring to themselves after Kellah's exceptional display. Such was the level of shock that Professor Quirrell experienced that he could not express any words. His initial glare was replaced with a softer expression as he started teaching the class again. As she walked back, a balled-up piece of parchment hit her face. The atmosphere was marred by a group of kids who found her to be a source of amusement and laughed at her. Carefully uncrumpling the paper, she read it while walking towards her seat.


To K

You promised to send me letters, yet I haven't received one since I gave you candy

From D


Quirrell flinched when Kellah threw the balled-up paper in the trash can beside him. Hermione was concentrating too hard on her schoolwork to ask Kellah about the letter, and she was glad. She really didn't want to be laughed at again because Malfoy would never like a Muggle-born. It was the perfect cover for the little git. Perhaps she had her reasons for not telling anyone, and at the same time, she might have felt uncomfortable sharing that information. Maybe she wanted it to be their little secret.

Throughout the entire week, she noticed Harry's torment because they chose Snape to be the referee. Kellah's primary concern before the match was deciding on an outfit to wear, as she knew that Harry's skills as a seeker were exceptional, and even Snape would struggle to intervene if the rest of the team performed well enough.

"I'm going to play. Snape can't stop me," said Harry.

Kellah hugged him. "I knew you would be brave as always. So, should we make posters and paint our faces?"

Harry's explanation for his actions was that he wanted to show the Slytherins that he wasn't intimidated by Snape and that he was determined to wipe the smugness off their faces.

After some time had passed, Hermione, Ron, and Kellah learned the leg lock curse as a precautionary measure in case Snape tried anything. Kellah's talent for casting jinxes and curses was quite remarkable. It was vital for her to acknowledge that the magical ability she had just demonstrated was one of the rare ones in her repertoire and took note of it.

With the day of the match finally here, Kellah had spent a considerable amount of time deciding what to wear, ultimately deciding to wear an oversized jersey as a dress. It had Harry's number on it—seven for the seeker. With a steady hand, she applied the red and gold nail polish, producing an eye-catching and beautiful finish. Her following action was to paint the number seven on her cheek, which she did with precision.

On her way down the girls' dormitory steps Kellah spotted Harry. Saying good luck to Harry, Kellah leaned in and kissed his cheek. After receiving the kiss, he wiped it off with his hand.

Walking out of the porthole, she was in the company of Hermione and Ron, but she had to halt and turn back as retrieving her purse had slipped her mind. After changing her outfit three more times, Kellah eventually reverted to her initial outfit and sprinted out of the Gryffindor common room purse in hand.

Outside, the Gryffindor porthole entrance Hermione and Ron weren't there. They abandoned her, leaving her alone. Well, she had taken an extra thirty minutes. She considered the possibility of running to reach the Quidditch pitch, Kellah decided against it, as she did not want to spoil her outfit with sweat. With a determined look on her face, she speed walked towards her destination. Seeing Malfoy approaching with his loyal followers Crabbe and Goyle, she concluded that running and sweating would better use her time than dealing with him.

Running at a swift pace, she burst through one of the several courtyard exits near a statue of a werewolf. Her descent down the outdoor stairs was deliberate and careful, as she wanted to take in every detail of the breathtaking grassy plains before her. The pathway to the Quidditch Pitch was bustling, with many people walking towards it, ruining the view. Knowing that she should have gotten up earlier was a thought that crossed her mind.

Though she had been trying to avoid him, she couldn't help but notice Dean on the pathway, the same Dean with whom she had a strange encounter at the owlery. Although she tried her best, she knew avoiding him forever would be impossible. "Too much?" she asked, pointing at her outfit.

"Not enough," clutching several posters, he spoke with assurance. From the top of his head to the bottom of his chin, his face was wholly coated in red paint.

The first years quickly realized how seriously the school took Quidditch after witnessing the intensity of just one match.

Walking in silence, she and Dean moved along together, and despite the closeness of their hands, Dean moved both hands on the posters he was holding in front of him. If he would act like it didn't happen, so would she.

At the stand she sat, adjusting her red and gold fuzzy hair ballies. Hermione gave her a look. "Where are your pants? It's cold out."

"I have on biker shorts, and the match won't be too long. Harry is amazing."

Dean came down with his hair in a frohawk painted gold next to Kellah and handed her a poster that said:

Snape's a savage

Put him with the baggage

"Are you sure you want to use this sign? I could give you my Potter for President or Youngest Seeker in a Century," said Dean.

"I'll use the Youngest Seeker in a Century as a backup," said Kellah.

The binoculars passed between them, and Kellah's fingertips grazed Dean's palm. She mirrored his lack of response, unsure of what else to do. In the binoculars, she saw the twinkle in Dumbledore's eye as he waved at her. With a sudden burst of energy, she dropped the items in her hands and snatched the Snape's a Savage sign before joining Dean in a loud, enthusiastic scream when the whistle for the match was blown. Red and gold were the colors everyone had worn, and it made for a striking sight. It seemed like the Gryffindors could win. Slytherin found themselves isolated as they were the only House that stood as a sea of silver and green, while the others supported Gryffindor.

As the teams flew off, someone poked Ron. It wasn't just anyone. It was Malfoy. "I didn't see you there, Weasley."

After grinning at Crabbe and Goyle, Malfoy's eyes flicked to Kellah, eager to gauge her reaction. She felt a warm, tingling sensation spreading across her cheeks. Kellah thought it was from Malfoy, but her body shook, and she had a vacant stare. She had a premonition of Harry's victory, catching the snitch just five minutes from now. Dean was gently patting her back, trying to soothe her. She must have looked sick.

"Wonder how long Harry will last? Anyone want to bet?" said Malfoy.

Ron didn't answer but grunted. Upon hearing the word "bet," Kellah felt the need to answer without hesitation. "I bet Gryffindor wins in under five minutes. Shake on it."

Kellah extended her hand. As she shook Malfoy's hand, Kellah couldn't help but notice the sly grin on his face. He briefly traced his thumb over her hand before quickly pulling it away. "You're on five galleons."

Crabbe and Goyle were shaking their heads in protest. "I wouldn't bet against her," said Crabbe in a surprisingly soft voice.

"She won a bet against us last time," said Goyle.

A scowl twisted Malfoy's features as he glared at them. They spoke out of turn, daring to challenge the conversation in front of others. "We'll win. It's me; besides, it's a team people feel sorry for. Potter with no parents. All they need is Longbottom with no brains, Weasley with no money, and Dellarose with no boyfriend."

What the hell? She hadn't been looking for a boyfriend that hard, had she? Oh no, she had turned into a pick-me-up girl.

Neville rose out of his seat to face Malfoy. "I'm worth twelve of you."

Ron kept watching the game. "You tell him, Neville."

"Longbottom, if brains were gold, you'd be poorer than Weasley." Kellah could see Ron's knuckles turning white. "Say another thing,"—"Ron!" Hermione interrupted.

"What is it, Harry?" Ron asked.

They stopped to look back at the game. The crowd erupted into thunderous cheers as Harry completed a breathtaking dive that left them all in awe. Due to a rather frivolous reason, Snape imposed a penalty and, to add insult to injury, awarded a point to Slytherin. The crowd then shouted:

Snape's a Savage

Put him with the baggage

"Look, Potter's found some money. Maybe he'll share it with you, Weasley," Malfoy said.

Malfoy found himself at the mercy of Ron's explosive anger as he was tackled and brought to the ground with substantial force. Crabbe and Goyle, with all their might, were attempting to kick Ron and extract Malfoy from Ron's grip. Neville's nerves got the better of him, and he impulsively jumped on Crabbe. Although it wasn't the best, all of them were stacked together in a pile. Goyle's fist blindsided Neville as he punched him during the altercation. Kellah, who had acquired a perfume bottle from Malfoy with a peculiar star shape, opened her bag, aimed it towards Goyle, and sprayed him in the eyes, causing him temporary blindness.

Goyle's stubbled blindly caused him to miss his target as he tried to hit Kellah. Dean acted quickly and used the Potter for President poster to strike Goyle in the back of the head. The stands were alive with activity as Ron and Draco tumbled on the ground and entertained the crowd. While Dean was still smacking Goyle with the sign, Kellah was on Crabbe's back, attempting to pry him off Neville, who was being pelted on the ground. She was using her purse like a club. Seamus arrived on the scene just in time to prevent Dean from doing anything more once Goyle had crawled away on the ground.

The crowd was in such a frenzy that they erupted into cheers, causing the fighting to halt and everyone to gaze at the field in unison. Harry had caught the snitch. It was a record of under five minutes. Having the vision made Kellah happy because it allowed her to experience what she missed at the game. However, she wondered if she was getting a gambling problem from all these visions.

"Ron Kellah, where are you? We won! Gryffindor won."

Hermione was so thrilled that she jumped up and down. Kellah dismounted Crabbe's back and excitedly stepped over the others boys to join Hermione, both jumping up and down with joy. As they embraced, Parvati approached and joined in on the hug. Lavender and all the other girls were so happy that they couldn't contain their excitement, and they screamed joyfully. Layla sat there watching them celebrate refusing to participate.

All the Gryffindors, even Ron, after getting out from under Malfoy, had made it to the field. When Kellah leaned in and kissed Harry on the cheek, he didn't wipe it away like before, making her feel more confident. He was quickly engulfed by the enthusiastic group, who lifted him and held him high for all to see. Harry put on a stunning show by flying in circles and allowing his captivated audience to follow along with his graceful movements.

During her journey back to the school, an individual pulled her aside. "Meet me in the owlery," Malfoy whispered. Why was it always the owlery? And why did it have to be Malfoy? She could have opted out of going, but she was curious.

Neville was being carried through the crowd by Ron and Hermione as they made their way through the busy area. "We're going to the infirmary."

"Don't. I can treat him. Just let me pick some herbs near the owlery," said Kellah.

After Hermione left Ron to carry Neville, Ron found it difficult to support the weight of Neville, but Dean came to his rescue and helped him carry the load. "I'll come with you," Hermione said.

"No, I'm better at herbology. I don't want you grabbing a deadly plant."

Hermione placed a hand on her hip. "You're not that much better than me."

"And Ron hasn't beaten you at chess in every single game."

"Fine, we'll be in the common room."

Kellah picked up her pace, but then she remembered she needed to stop and collect some herbs for Neville. The grounds were alive with the sounds of rustling leaves and chirping birds, a testament to the thriving vegetation that had been there since the castle's inception. She picked up the astragalus for swelling, feeling its rough texture and earthy scent. Echinacea or red sunflowers helped fight infection, while ylang-ylang oil was a fragrant addition to any potion she created. The sweet aroma of lavender and the delicate scent of evening primrose filled the air as she gathered them for their essential oils. She would have preferred not to grab lavender because she was tired of the scent, thanks to her roommate.

As she approached, the sound of hooting and flapping wings grew louder from the owlery. Damn, it was a long walk. She couldn't help but envy the witches and wizards who could effortlessly ride a broomstick through the air. If there were anything she would learn this year, it would be flying. This was almost as far as Hagrid's, but she was definitely getting her steps in. Kellah shivered as the chill in the air made her legs feel cold. She realized too late that tights would have been a better choice to pair with the jersey dress.

She finally arrived at the owlery, panting and sweating from the many breaks she had to take. That fight tired her out more than she realized. Her heart raced as Malfoy grabbed her and pressed her against the wall, leaving her no room to escape. There was a darkening bruise on his eye where Ron's fist had connected.

As he leaned into her, she felt his warm breath on her neck and the scent of his cologne green apples. As Malfoy inhaled her scent, she couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine. "I see you're using my gift."

She forcefully pushed him off her, breaking free from his grasp. "I used it to blind Goyle. You should probably all go to the infirmary. Or better yet, tell your father you had a fight and lost."

"You still used it." He pointed to his eye. "And my father won't be hearing about this."

"What do you want?" she said, shaking her plants at him.

"Aw, you brought me flowers. How sweet."

"They're for a potion to help Neville and Ron with swelling. I thought I may need smelling salt since Neville was half-conscious when I saw him."

Draco grabbed a blue substance in a bag labeled Ice Melt. "It's calcium chloride. Crush it and mix it with the ylang-ylang, lavender, and evening primrose. It will make smelling salt and wake Longbottom," he said placing it into her empty palm.

"That was uncharacteristically nice of you, except for the fight."

"Don't tell anyone I helped Longbottom, okay, Dellarose."

"I thought I was K." Kellah leaned in so close to him she could feel the softness of his breath on her lips.

"If you let me write you."

"If you're good, but you weren't today," she said, walking near the exit.

"You accepted my candy, so I will be writing."

"And I won't be responding." She tried to leave, but he reached out and grabbed her, unwilling to let her go just yet.

Draco's hand lifted, and his finger pointed to his cheek. "Give me a little kiss."

"Never."

He smirked. "You had no problem giving Potter one."

Kellah was so flustered she was sure she had blushed for the first time in her life. With a mischievous grin, she brought her face close to his cheek and licked it. Her attempt to run was thwarted as Malfoy grabbed Kellah once more and nuzzled his cheek against hers. Her face contorted in disgust, and she let out a scream.

"Why are you screaming? It's your spit?"

Letting go of her, he reached into his pocket for a handkerchief and wiped his face. She stomped away, muttering under her breath about revenge.

Carefully stirring the ingredients in her travel-sized cauldron, got out of her cloak pocket. Kellah hummed a dark tune as she brewed her potion on the way to the Gryffindor tower. That was top talent. She would love to see Hermione try that. She made it to the common room at the same time as Harry.

"Kellah, Harry, where have you both been?" asked Hermione.

Showing no signs of paying attention to Hermione, Kellah confidently presented the potion she had created. Neville remained in slumber while they forced it down his throat. When Kellah put the smelling salt under his nose, Neville woke up from his unconscious state. "Take that. Oh, did we win?"

Ron ruffled Neville's hair. "Thanks to you, yeah, I even gave Draco a black eye."

"Never mind that," Harry said, frustrated. "Neville, can you give us a moment?"

Dean and Seamus wasted no time praising Neville for his actions as soon as he stood up. Most Gryffindors held a feeling of pride towards him. Kellah wasn't sure if they would have treated him the same had he gone to the infirmary.

As they walked behind Harry, he led them to the boys' dormitory, where they found Harry's unoccupied room. It looked exactly the same as the girls with less glittery decorations. The boys' dormitory was a place Kellah had not yet set foot in. She didn't realize she could. She had to pay more attention to the rules and maybe reread Hogwarts A History. Hermione had kept this private information away from her. Based on the rule that boys were not permitted to enter the girls' dormitory, she assumed the girls also could not enter the boys' dormitory. That was sexist and could cause many problems, but she pushed the thought aside to listen to Harry.

Harry had explained what happened with Snape and Quirrell; they realized that the Sorcerer's Stone was as good as gone with Quirrell protecting it.