When Sara walked into the Great Hall, students whispered, glancing back and forth between her, Snape and Draco. It was mostly Hufflepuff. She stormed over to their table and slammed her fist on the wood, scaring them. “Want to say something about me? Say it to my face!” She then strolled over to the Slytherin table. “Wow.” Fred and George grinned from the Gryffindor table. “Bloody Hell! She’s-“ Ron started. “Brilliant.” Harry finished. “Too bad she’s with Malfoy.” Dean remarked. “How did that happen? She seems so nice!” Neville asked. “Nice? Neville, she could have flung Cedric Diggory and the other Hufflepuffs like bowling pins!” Seamus laughed. “That’s what makes her so badass...” George said. “You really like her, don’t you, George?” Ginny smirked. “This is so weird.” Hermione groaned.
“They were all fighting over me?” Sara asked Hermoine in Potions. They were partners. “Yeah. Guess who’s going to be jealous.” She said. Sara looked at Draco in response. He gave her a warm smile. She smiled back, then turned back to Hermione. “Wow, he really likes you! I never knew Malfoy could love anyone!” She laughed. “He’s actually really sweet, though. He gives me compliments, and he always smiles at me, and he tells jokes and is a gentleman, and always looks out for me.” Sara blushed. “Wow you do like him. But if the Gryffindors don’t stop trying to win you, there will be a World War III!” Hermione explained. “Win me? I’m not a prize in the lottery!” She giggled. “Yo no se porque todo los ninos creer que yo soy bella!”
“What?” Hermione asked.
“I can’t believe you out of all people don’t know what I said! I said, ‘I can’t believe all the boys think im pretty’. I was speaking Spanish. My mother went to Puerto Rico for a year, and she made me learn the language.” Sara answered. “Oh...” She said. “Anyways, want to study together?”
“I would love to.” Sara smiled, and they walked away together to the library when class ended.