The Pansy Incident
Just as they were entering the Great Hall, the two passed Harry Potter and his friends, including Granger. As Sasha watched his face, she could tell that Draco was madly trying to think of something clever and spiteful to say, but he could think of nothing. He began to grind his teeth, an ugly habit that Sasha hated.
"Stop it, Draco," she whispered to him as he sat down. Draco frowned, but obeyed.
During the feast, Draco's hand would constantly twitch and he would reach for Sasha's hand, and hold it for a moment. This mildly irritated Sasha, but she dismissed it. Sasha found Draco to be quite jealous. She could barely remember the last time she had spoken to another boy, let alone dated one. Her and Draco spent most of their free time together, and they sat together at mealtimes, and during classes. Sasha liked Draco a huge amount, of course, but she didn't like being alienated from her friends, and even her twin brother, Brian.
Sasha excused herself from the feast to go to the washroom. While leaving the lavatory, she bumped into one of the Weasleys. Sasha remembered this one as Ron, one of Harry Potter's best friends. He turned quite red, and looked down.
"Hullo Sasha," he mumbled. Sasha smiled at him.
"Hello," she said cheerfully. She gasped, as she saw Draco Malfoy walking up behind Ron. Draco had a detestful look in his eyes as he walked up to them.
"What the hell are you doing, Sasha? Why are you talking to Wealsey scum?" Draco grabbed Sasha's hand and turned to Ron, "Keep away from my girl, Weasley," he spat. Draco dragged Sasha back to the dungeons by the hand.
"Draco! What does it matter? He just said hello!" Sasha cried. Draco shook his head. "He shouldn't be talking to you anyway. And why do you care?" he responded as they approached the stone wall. He uttered the password and they entered the the empty common room. Draco finally released her wrist, and she rubbed it where he had held it so tight. "Why are you so jealous? No one else even likes me, so you're not in danger of me abandoning you," she said to him as he sat down. Draco looked at her and shook his head. "No. All of the Slytherin boys like you, but maybe it's because all the other Slytherin girls look like trolls.... but," here he stood and put his hand on her cheek, "Don't you think I should be allowed to protect what is rightfully mine?" Sasha smiled. She sank into Draco's arms. She embraced him and pulled back, for what she was sure would come. Draco's eyes darted around the common room, as if to check for spies, then he leaned forward to kiss her. Sasha closed her eyes and savored every moment of the kiss she'd dreamed of for months.
Unfortunately it only lasted a few moments. A wave of Slytherins entered the common room, arriving from dinner. Sasha pulled back, disappointed, but it was too late: Pansy Parkinson had seen them kissing. She squealed with repulse.
"Eww! Sorbelle, Malfoy? I thought you had better taste than that!" she sniffed. Sasha's vision clouded as a wave of anger swept over her. She furiously stalked over to Pansy and grabbed her by the collar.
"Yeah, me and Malfoy. Got a problem?" Sasha spat at her. Pansy's eyes showed a fear Sasha had never seen from her before. But all the same, Pansy had insulted her, and Sasha held no pity for her. Sasha raised her fist, and punched Pansy with all of her strength, making Pansy's nose cracked. Blood splattered all over the front of Pansy's robes, to gasps by surrounding students, followed by cruel jeers. Pansy fell to the floor, and held her hand to her broken nose. She looked up at Sasha with horror and fear. Sasha looked down at her and smirked.
"If you don't want that to happen again, you won't rat on me." Pansy nodded shakily, and ran out of the common room through the entrance. Sasha wiped the blood onher knuckles off on her robes, when she felt Draco's hands on her shoulders.
"That was pretty good," he whispered in her ear, "I won't report you, although I know I should." Sasha grinned and and turned to face him. Draco smiled, and his smile sent shivers up and down her spine. He had a strange smile, as he did not use it very often. It was awkward and unpracticed, but Sasha liked it all the same.
"Yeah, right, you're a prefect. I suppose you could give me detention, huh, prefect?"
"Yeah. If you were anyone else, I would. I'll let you slip this time, Sasha."