The Recommended Hideout
Sasha was by his side as Draco told eggagerated stories to the other Slytherins about his summer. These stories were witty and amusing, and all made Draco look like a hero. Sasha knew they were all lies, as she was with him when they supposedly happened: she knew the real stories, and they were much simpler than he told them. Still, they were amusing to her, even though she was in the know. It was fun to watch the audience throughout the course of Draco's stories. Sasha seriously wondered how anyone could be think enough to believe Draco's ludicrous tales, but then she reminded herself that she had two years before, when she had had a rather serious crush on him.
At nine o'clock, Sasha kissed Draco goodnight, in front of their peers, and trotted up the stairs to her dormitory. Her twin sister Demitra was sitting on her bed, and Sasha joined her.
"Well, Sash, we heard about the Pansy incident, only we heard the elaborated version. Tell us the true story!" she said excitedly. The other Slytherin girls turned to look at Sasha. She complied, and told her story.
At it's end, Demitra looked slightly disappointed, as though she had expected a more dramatic story.
"Well, she saw you and Draco Malfoy going at it? That's it?" she sniffed. Sasha frowned.
"We were not 'going at it', Demi! We were... just kissing," she said indignantly, but she didn't sound very convincing. Demitra laughed.
"Oh, yeah?", she giggled. Sasha her fist in warning. Demitra held up her hands in innocence, shrugging.
"Sasha, for a girl who so openly displays her love for a guy, you are strangely defensive." A few moments of silence followed Demitra's words, broken by a dreamy sigh from listening girl.
"What does Malfoy kiss like?" the girl asked eagerly, her eyes shining with admiration.
"Well, Rachel, he's very good!"
Squeals of excitement filled the room. Sasha laughed.
"He's a very passionate kisser.... it kind of feels like he's rehearsed it!" Sasha admitted. Everyone burst into laughter.
Before Sasha went to bed, she pulled her wand out of her robes, magically wet her hair and bewitched it to braid itself in tiny plaits all over her head. Demitra watched her do this while she put on her nightdress.
"Wow, Sash, you've really mastered that technique! I can still only make my hair kinda flop around a bit," Sasha, braids finished, pulled on her own nightdress and climbed into her four-poster bed.
"Thanks, Demi. It's so much easier than just braiding it myself!" Demitra nodded vigorously.
"'Night."
"'Night."
The next morning at breakfast, Sasha sat with Draco, across from Demitra. Suddenly owls poured into the Great Hall, flying to the recipients of their packages. Sasha's barn owl Orville soared over and landed in front of her. Sasha untied the letter attacked to his leg. It was was from her mother.
Dear Sasha,
Well, we hope the hope the first month of school has gone well. Your father and I have gotten rather lonely, this old house just isn't home without you, Demitra and Brian about. We plan to come to Hogsmeade on one of your Hogsmeade weekends, and we can see you all then. Your father wants to come to all of your Quidditch matches as well, seeing as you're captain this year. Congratulations, love!
How has Slytherin been treating you? I was a Ravenclaw, so I would expect it's quite different from that. I have no idea why my two daughters were Slytherin material. You and Demitra are neither stupid, nor evil, nor troll-resembling, so it puzzles me. But I hear from a certain someone that you have been dating and caught kissing Lucius Malfoy's son. I know Lucius, and I don't think you should be mixing with such people. If Harry Potter is to be believed, Lucius Malfoy is a death eater, and his son will support his father. As for being caught kissing, if you cannot control yourself, Sasha, find an empty room where you will not be caught(as a girl I found Moaning Myrtle's bathroom to be ideal).
See you on your first Hogsmeade visit, at The Three Broomsticks!
-Mom Sasha laughed at her mother's advice, and she passed the letter to Demitra to read. Demitra chuckled, and gave back the letter.
"You should make note of that for future use, so you won't have to break any more noses, Sasha," she commented. Sasha smiled and nodded.
"I will."
Demitra laughed. "I was just joking, Sash!" the two girls burst out in laughter. Sasha and Draco walked hand in hand to the first class of the day, Transfiguration. Here Sasha sat beside him, again. Sasha was quite pleased to receive an E on that weeks big essay. Draco held back a frown when he saw her mark, as he had received a much lower one.
The day droned on, until finally the last class ended. Sasha was very thankful that it was a Friday, and she had the whole weekend to relax. As she, Draco and the whole Slytherin were returning to their common room, they encountered Harry Potter in the Entrance Hall. Draco made some cruel joke about him, and Sasha laughed forcedly. 'I'm so horrible!', she thought, 'That's not funny at all, yet I'm laughing!'
At last they got back to the common room. Her and Draco sat down on a sofa, and Draco made to kiss her, but she stopped him. "No, Draco. My- my mum told me not to be caught like, um, this,", she gestured to his hands around her waist and their faces two inches apart. Sasha was now aware of several pairs of eyes on them now. Draco raised his eyebrows, but nodded.
"But I know a place we could go.", she whispered in Draco's ear.
Sasha lead him up to the second floor girls bathroom, better known as Moaning Myrtles bathroom. Sasha ignored the out of order sign on the door, and pulled Draco inside. He looked slightly anxious about entering a girls toilet, but Sasha payed it no mind.
"A girl's toilet?" he said with disregard.
"Oh, this place has been out of order since my mother went to school here. No one ever comes in here." she said airily. Draco came to where she was standing against the wall. He enclosed his arms around her, pushing his lips against hers. Giggling, Sasha plundged into his embrace. They were oblivious to the figure standing behind Draco. Moaning Myrtle watched them silently for a minute, before Draco began kissing Sasha's neck.
"What are you doing?" Myrtle asked innocently. Draco abruptly stopped and turned around.
"What does it look like, Myrtle?" Sasha answered. Draco frowned. "Are you allowed to do that? Against school rules, I think...." Mrytle said softly, with a taunting tone in her voice. Sasha gulped.
"Please don't tell anyone, Myrtle! Please!" she begged. Mrytle swelled up, her face livid in anger.
"Why would I tell anyone? No one wants to hear me, no one ever has! Unless you haven't noticed, I HAVE NO FRIENDS!", she screeched at them, immediatly falling into huge sobs. She flew into the air and splashed into a toilet, spilling water onto the floor. Sasha breathed in relief, while Draco stood, confused.
"Moaning Myrtle. She's such a pain." Sasha sighed. Draco stepped over and picked up where he left off.