Sophie brushed her long, dark blonde hair back as she smiled at the perfectly concocted prank she would play on Mrs Norris. She had managed to acquire a small cage, a cage that she had enchanted to lure Mrs Norris into its depths and trap her. It would be a well-deserved break for pupils, which like her, did not stick to the rules.

She walked swiftly up the marble staircase and up to the corridor where her prank was to take place, but found her way blocked by a tall, handsome, red-haired Gryffindor, Fred Weasley.

"Out of my way, Weasley." She demanded, looking up at him.

"I think you'll find I was here first," he answered, looking down at her, "Now, run along, this prank is far too complex for a Slytherin."

"You're planning a prank are you?" Sophie asked, placing the heavy cage on the ground, "I love pranks, what are you going to do?"

Fred looked surprised, as if he had never talked a normal conversation with a Slytherin before. To be honest, Sophie thought, He probably hasn't, surely he hates us all…

"I've rigged these dung bombs," he grinned and pointed at a dozen dung bombs, floating near the ceiling, "When Filch walks down this corridor, he'll get a covered in the stink, only Filch though, no one else can set off these bombs."

Sophie looked at Fred in awe. He was a very good wizard, no denying it, if he was able to make dung bombs recognise which person to fire upon.

"That," she said, "is brilliant."

Fred grinned, and Sophie realised just how much she loved that cheeky grin, and couldn't help smiling back.

"Thanks," said Fred.

"Sophie!" called a drawling voice, Sophie whipped round, it was Draco Malfoy, and he was beckoning her over.

"I'd better go," She muttered, the smile melting off her face, "See you round."

She turned to leave but Fred called after her

"Wait, Wait!" Sophie spun around, her expression curious, "You didn't tell me your name."

"Oh, it's Sophie" she replied, quietly, "Sophie Nairn."

She turned and walked over to where Draco stood waiting. Draco was a couple heads shorter than Sophie, but it didn't keep him from constantly teasing her about every little thin. But Sophie had to tolerate him; he was an old "family friend." His white blonde hair was always plastered to pale, pointed face, which was nearly always smirking when he talked to Sophie.

"You weren't talking to Weasley were you Sophie," Draco teased, as they began to walk back to Slytherin common room, "It's just that blood-traitors like that are not to be tolerated, Sophie, now, as a dear friend of the family, I suggest you don't become associated with the Weasleys."

Sophie frowned. She did not like to admit that her family was big on blood status, and very friendly with the Malfoys. She had known them since she was young, they had come round for dinner, or they would go round to theirs, she, Sophie had even promised Draco's mother that she would keep an eye on him when he got to Hogwarts.

"Draco, I've been at Hogwarts two more years than you have," she retorted, "I know about the Weasleys, and their reputation, thank you very much."

"Yet, a moment ago you were talking and smiling at one, as if, he were one of us" Draco retaliated, his voice silky smooth, as it always was when he was teasing someone.

"Shut up Draco." Sophie snapped.

"Did I touch a nerve?" Draco asked, smirking.

"Why do you have to be so annoying and horrible Draco?" Sophie yelled, and stormed away in the other direction.

She couldn't tell which way she was going; she let her feet lead her to where they wanted to be. Her head was too full, too confused, too angry. She thought of Fred and the grin that lit up his face and left Sophie dumb-struck. She felt a little of her anger subside and she sat on the ground. She rested her head against her knees and felt an angry, confused tear roll down her cheek.

"Hey, Sophie!" Called a cheery voice and she felt someone slide down the wall next to her. She quickly wiped the tear away, and put on a smile.

"Hi," She answered, she looked up, into the deep blue eyes that belonged to Fred Weasley and felt all anger and despair evaporate.

"You left this in the hallway," Fred said, handing her the cage, "are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," She smiled again, and then some horrible stench pierced her nose. "Ugh, what is that smell?"

Fred grinned proudly.

"That'll be Filch, the prank worked like clockwork, shame you had to go, I think you would have found it funny. Some of the potion that makes the smell got into his eye, and he started screaming and shouting."

There was a seconds silence as Fred remembered this scene, and Sophie imagined it, then they looked at each other and burst into fits of laughter.

"D-did you get in trouble?" Sophie queried, through loud giggles.

"Yeah," Laughed Fred, "two weeks' worth of detention."

"That's a bummer."

"You get used to it." Fred grimaced, then got to his feet, "you know Sophie, for a Slytherin, you're not that bad."

"And for a Gryffindor, you're not bad either, Fred." They both grinned at each other, then walked off in different directions. A smile permanently etched on Sophie's face.