After an interesting, painful Care of Magical Creatures class, Samantha rushed up to her dorm. She had just reached the Slytherin common room and was heading up to her room when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She spun around quickly, annoyed at the disturbance. She sneered at the blonde boy standing before her. She had seen him before, lingering around the common room, and in most of her classes-those that weren't advanced-but couldn't think of his name. He was about to speak when they heard a noise behind them and turned around to watch as someone entered the room.

"Sam, might I have a word with you?" Her father sneered in more of a demanding way than a question.

"Yes father, of course." She followed her father. She glanced into the mirror and saw that behind her the blonde boy looked quite upset. She couldn't help but giggle.

"What is so funny?" Her father barked when they stepped out of the portrait hole.

"Sorry father." Sam looked down at her shoes, afraid of the look in her father's eye. She hadn't done too well on her Advanced Muggle Studies test that Bella had helped her study with, and she knew she was going to hear it from her father. However, after a few minutes, and Snape still hadn't spoken, Sam looked up into his eyes. His, in return, looked imploringly into hers.

"I'm sorry Sam." This surprised Sam greatly. He had never shown an ounce of remorse to anyone before. Then again, she WAS his daughter. He moved to say more, but found he couldn't, and instead stalked off to his next class. Sam sighed and turned around to grab her books from the table that she had left them on, almost bumping into the figure that stood behind her. It was the blonde boy, holding out her books for her. She took them from him, a questioning look upon her face. They stood looking at eachother for a while before Sam spoke.

"Well this has been interesting, staring at a total stranger when I'm late for Divinations." She moved to walk away and was followed by the blonde boy.

"Names Malfoy...Draco Malfoy." he spoke, somewhat shyly.

"Thats nice, does it look like I care?" Sam didn't even look at him as she spoke.

"Well, can I walk you to your next class."

"What do you think you are doing? Oh wait, your not walking me to my next class. You're following me." She turned her head to look at him, not stopping as she did so. He looked expectantly at him. She continued, "And if you don't stop following me, I'll make sure my father gives you a bad grade on your next Potions test."