Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. I own only the character of Fierra Diosa and the plot.

Fierra Diosa entered the Slytherin common room at about 7 'o clock. She (surprisingly) saw Crabbe and Goyle intently playing Exploding Snap (many would highly doubt that both Crabbe and Goyle would have the brains to actually know how to play, but that's beside the point). She claimed a corner away from Crabbe and Goyle, and started her Transfiguration homework.

"Alright, let's see…" she muttered. She set a piece of scrap parchment in front of her. "Inscripto!" she said, as the piece of parchment turned into a quill. "That wasn't so hard."

"Could you teach me how to do that?" someone behind Fierra asked her. She turned around to find that it was none other than Draco Malfoy. "I'm having a bit of trouble Transfiguring my quill into a piece of parchment," he implied.

"Well I see that you and Parkinson have finished your business?" Fierra asked simply as she wrote notes down in a piece of parchment (no, not the one that she turned into a quill, mind you).

"I shook her off about the time you left!" Malfoy exclaimed. He heard Fierra stifle a giggle. "Honestly! It's not that funny! That girl's been at me since first year!" Malfoy was indeed very close to yelling. His face was turning pink and Fierra was starting to laugh uncontrollably.

"Mental, that one. That's all I'm going to say," Fierra said, as she finally calmed herself down.

"I would agree with the mental part, but that's not all that I'm going to say!" Malfoy said.

"Save it for later," Fierra said, while gathering all her things. "I'm going to bed."

Fierra left the common room, while Malfoy, glaring at the two idiots playing Exploding Snap (yes, it's Crabbe and Goyle), sat in silence as he pondered. Suddenly, the common room door bursts open, and in comes (yes, you've guessed it) Pansy Parkinson.

"You left me!" she exclaimed shrilly. Crabbe and Goyle, surprisingly, noticed this and covered their ears. Malfoy took no notice of this as he continued on with his business (whatever he was doing).

"Oh, hello there, Pansy," Malfoy said, not looking at her. He looked like he was trying to suppress a laugh.

"Why, may I ask, did you leave me, standing there all alone, thinking that you were going to come back?" Pansy asked. She was beginning to have a face of a tomato, all red and ready to burst.

"I had just remembered that I had to do something at the common room. I reckon you wouldn't mind," Malfoy said casually. "Now if you will excuse me." He got up and climbed the stairs to the boys' dormitories, leaving a very aggravated Pansy Parkinson standing open-mouthed and alone.

Draco Malfoy took off his Hogwarts robes and uniform and dressed into his pyjamas. He plopped down on his bed, thinking. He wanted to be with someone, but not someone like Pansy Parkinson, who was most likely the thickest girl he knew. She would make a perfect match with either Crabbe or Goyle, or maybe even both at the same time. She wasn't good enough for Malfoy, though. He needed someone better. He needed someone like Fierra.

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Well… I thought this chapter was a tad slow… The ideas aren't coming so fast. Oh, well. I'll think of something, don't worry! ^_^

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