~Flashback~

"Yeah. What was that small kiss I saw?" Lily playfully teased her.

Tasha then rolled her eyes. "Spanish tradition. No big,"

"The unkissible babe kissed someone? Surprise, surprise!" a voice mocked.

~Flashback~

Then, all three of the excited girls frowned or sneered. Lily recognized the voice and asked it, "What the hell do you want, Malfoy?"

"I wanted to know who the unkissible babe here kissed?" Malfoy sneered to her.

"It's none of your business. Why do you care, anyway?" Nia asked him angrily.

"No reason. I just didn't think she would ever kiss anyone, with that little temper of hers," Malfoy smirked.

Tasha stood up quite suddenly, then, and stepped toward him, until the compartment door barged open and in stepped three guys with worried looks on their faces.

"We heard voices, is something.." James didn't finish his sentence, realizing Malfoy and his thugs were in the room.

Their worried faces changed to disgusted sneers. "Are you bothering them, Malfoy?" Sirius asked him fiercely.

"We're just having a talk, Black. You want to fight it out?" Malfoy said, stepping a little closer to him, his followers like his shadow.

Sirius stepped toward him, and was going to step toward him, until Tasha stepped in front of him, and calmly spoke to him, making Sirius lower his fist, but still looking angry.

This made Malfoy smirk, "Aw. The mudblood is protecting you now, isn't she?"

Sirius, James, and Remus menacingly stepped toward him, fists raised, but Tasha got there first. She looked up at him, and said in a dangerously low voice, "One, I'm not a mudblood. Two, I know Sirius could take care of himself I was calming him. Three, get the hell out of here before I make the rest of your years at Hogwarts, miserable,"

Lucius looked less smug, but still smirked. He led his thugs out the compartment door, after he winked at Tasha and said, "Looking forward to it, babe,"

Tasha rolled her eyes, and punched the chair closest to her, making Remus, the closest, jump, and move slowly out of the way.

A few minutes later, everyone had changed into their robes, and the appropriate clothes under their robes except for Tasha. She wore her Hogwarts robes unbuttoned, and under that were a black halter and dark blue denim jeans, with a black-red hurley belt. She simply wore a red choker with black rhinestones.

Tasha had calmed down by now, and was talking merrily with everyone, until the train lurched to a stop. They hurried out the compartment, onto the carriages. She took the last available carriage and she was only with two 7th years. She sat across of the two girls who were talking quietly amongst themselves, giggling every now and then.

Right before the carriage took off, a boy hopped in the carriage and sat by Tasha. "We meet again," the boy said.

"Hey Blake!" Tasha exclaimed happily.

"What house do you want to be in," Blake asked after a moment of silence.

"Not Slytherin. This guy Malfoy was in that house, and I don't want to be anywhere near him,"

Blake grinned, "Good choice," than he frowned, "Did you say Malfoy? Was he the guy that pissed you off before?"

"Yeah. He is such an ass,"

Blake laughed heartily, "That he is,"

The rest of the carriage ride, they exchanged jokes, and told each other about their lives, before this, and spoke Spanish here and there. The 7th years were unmistakably staring at Blake, whispering to each other, and half-glaring at Tasha.

When the carriage stopped and the doors swung open the 7th years got out first, and Blake pointed to the door and said politely, "Dama primera,"

Tasha grinned at him, and said, "Muchos gracias,"

"De nada," Blake waved it off, hopping down the carriage after her.

They walked to Hogwarts together, and followed the lines of 6th years to the Great Hall.

Tasha couldn't sit anywhere, since she wasn't sorted yet, so she just stood off toward the far end of the Head Table. The sorting began, and she watched the terrified First years head up to the hat and put it on. After all of them were sorted, Dumbledore told her to sit on the chair and put on the hat.

"Hmm. New are we?," the hat said in her ear, "Let's see. You have a quick temper, and a knack for getting in trouble. But, you're very courageous, and very intelligent. What to do. Ah! I know... GRYFFINDOR!!" the hat shouted to the hall, making the Gryffindor table, especially her friends, yell with excitement.

She took the only available seat, which was a few seats away from her friends. She discovered it was next to Blake. She was surprised, "You never told me you were in Gryffindor!" Tasha accused him playfully.

"You never asked," Blake mocked. She playfully slapped him on the head, making him tickle her. She was extremely ticklish, and started laughing hysterically. "Now I know your weak spot," Blake said softly.

Then, Dumbledore stood up, cleared his throat loudly, and started his usual speech. "Welcome, everyone! I regret to inform you that Professor Linksys, has resigned from his class, Potions," All the Gryffindor's cheered, making all the Slytherin's sulk. He was like Professor Snape. "We have a replacement. He is Professor Pokan. Please welcome him, and treat him kindly," Dumbledore continued. A loud applause came for an older guy, in his mid-30's, who had brown hair, hazel eyes, and straight white teeth.

"Moving on. This year there will be approximately 4 dances. A fall dance, a winter ball, a masquerade or costume party, and the end-of-school bash. All these dances except for the costume party, and Winter ball are for 5th years and over. The Winter ball and costume party is 6th years and over. The younger students will enjoy some small parties in the dungeons, supervised by teachers. That is all! You may feast," Dumbledore finished.

After everyone dug in, the prefects and Head Boy and Girl showed everyone to their dorms. They said the password, "Madame Malkin's," and headed inside. Nia, Lily, and Tasha headed up to the girl's dorm, claiming the bed they wanted. Nia wanted the one in the middle, Lily, to the right of her, and Tasha wanted the one by the window, next to Lily, and on the end.

She set her trunk before her bed, and brought out two things. One, was a black tiger stuffed animal that was the softest thing imaginable, and the other was a small pillow that said in light blue stitching, 'Makani,' Their were gray swirls behind that and she placed it delicately on her bed. She changed into a small black spaghetti strap, and long pants that had a brilliant collage of rock instruments, and sayings like 'rock and roll,' and 'rock on.'

Soon, a couple other girls came in, one was a brunette, had blue eyes, and looked mean. There were two other girls. They were blondes, one with dirty blonde hair, and the other, strawberry-blonde hair, which were following the brunette like her servant.

Tasha raised an eyebrow at them, and whispered to Lily and Nia, making them all burst in silent giggles. The brunette turned to them and said, "What are you laughing about?"

Tasha looked at her and calmly said, "You," making Lily and Nia laugh even harder.

The brunette sneered and headed toward the common room, her flunkies trailing behind her helplessly.

"Who was that?" Tasha asked.

"Brittany Longston, and her group, Leslie Conden, and Penelope Soynt," Nia answered, catching her breath.

"What do they think they're popular or something?" Tasha questioned disgustingly.

Lily sighed, "They are,"

They all groaned. They spent most of the night talking until 12:00. Then, they slept.

At around 3:19, Tasha woke up, and couldn't get back to sleep. She headed down toward the common room, and sat by the fire, with a book about poetry in her hand. She was peacefully reading, until she heard footsteps, coming down the stairs. She saw it was Blake. "Can't sleep?" Blake asked, heading towards her.

She nodded, "Yeah,"

"Me too,"

It was silent for a while, until Blake started tickling her, making her laugh softly and squirm. She fell off the couch, making Blake try not to laugh, until she pulled him down on top of her. He lay on top of her for a while until he slowly leaned in, and kissed her on the lips. She resisted at first, than let herself succumb. He ran his hands through her hair, and she pulled him closer to him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and they started to French. After a while, he slid his hand up her shirt, touching her breast, and massaging it. At that, she got up, and headed toward the couch.

"I'm sorry," Blake said softly. "I got caught in the moment, and it was so tense..." Blake trailed off. He didn't get to finish because Tasha's lips were on his again, and she was kissing him with passion. He pushed her on the couch, making him on the top, and kissed her neck, her cleavage, and her lips. They kept on kissing, until they fell asleep. She fell asleep in his arms.

a/n: good?