Sasha Sorbelle gathered up her books and left the library. Slowly she made her way down to the Entrance Hall and turned down the corridor that lead to the dungeons, twirling her honey-coloured hair.
Ever since she had first entered she had first entered Hogwarts six years before, Sasha had wondered if the Sorting Hat had put her in the right house. Sasha was quite different from the other Slytherins. At times, they seemed rather -well- evil to her, especially in their relentless tormenting of Harry Potter. Unlike most other Slytherins, nay, all other Slytherins, Sasha didn't mind Harry Potter. Actually, she concitered him to be very brave, and courteous from the few times she had spoken to him. It was just Hermione Granger that she hated.
Sasha now approached a seemingly solid stone wall. Hesitating, she racked her mind for the current password.
"Serpentine," she muttered, and the wall opened in response, and Sasha walked into the Slytherin common room.
At this time there were many people crowded into the many armchairs or piled onto the couches of the common room. As Sasha entered, a blond boy got up and strode over to her. He was flanked by two large, stupid looking boys. At the sight of the blond boy, Sasha sighed, and quickened her pace. They met in the middle of the room, and quite a few eyes turned to look at them. Dropping her books on the floor, Sasha wrapped her arms around the boy's neck, and breathed in the delightful smell of his cologne. His arms inclosed around her slender waist.
"Where were you? I've been waiting for you," he said in a deep, smooth voice. Sasha was the only one he would ever speak to kindly. Sasha pulled back, rubbing her temples.
"Oh, I was working on that essay in the library," she groaned, "It was horrible to have to work while that mudblood Granger is working on it too, and she finishes in half the time I took. And then she asks me if I need help, Draco!" Malfoy frowned.
"Don't accept help from that filthy little thing, Sash," he said aggressively as he led her by the hand to a loveseat he had reserved for them. Sasha knew she shouldn't mention Hermione Granger around Draco, but she felt safe and cared about when he was angry.
"Oh, I never would! She's such a know-it-all!" Sasha said as she sat down with him, and undid her ponytail, snapping the elastic around her wrist.
They talked together for a few more minutes, before Draco surveyed his watch absently.
"We should get up to the Great Hall now, nearly dinner time," he said, standing up. Sasha rose and took his arm. In this fashion, they went to the Great Hall.