Pansy had been recently named "prefect" along with her boyfriend of a year, Draco Malfoy. She felt as if everything was falling into place. Together, they would be able to dominate Hogwarts. Then, they would get married and raise two perfect pureblood children. The very idea, of their unstoppable romance, thrilled her. Her heart pumped harder as she thought of their future. She doubted that anything could come between them. Little did she know, a young girl with big green eyes that glistened in the sunlight and dark brown eyes that fell into ringlets around her shoulder.

Pansy entered the Great Hall and began searching for Draco Malfoy. She bypassed her followers, who attempted to summon her over. She, with a small girl, continued walking. She was surrounded by Crabbe, Goyle, Theodore Nott, and a girl with dark hair. She was busy explaining some basic transfiguration to some small first years.

Pansy glared at the girl and placed her hands on her hips. She straightened her posture and demanded, "Get out of my seat, little girl."

The girl, clenching her jaw, looked up at Pansy. "Actually, I was here first so you can find another place to sit."

"You clearly don't know who I am. I am your prefect so you better move, or you will seriously regret it," Pansy sneered. The girl rolled her eyes as she slipped from her chair.

Although the girl was atleast six inches shorter than Pansy, she seemed to carry all her pride in her petite form. She looked down at the first years, who were clearly infruriated, and said," I'm sorry. I will have to help you later. It seems as if our reverned prefect wishes to interfere with your learning." She walked away as Slytherins snickered.

"Did the ickle third year undermine your authority already?" Theodore asked sneering.

Draco, who had been watching the spectacle, felt as if Pansy had disgraced her title. He understood the thrill of power surging through the veins. Exploiting power was one of his many hobbies; however, he felt as if Pansy misused her power. Frankly, he enjoyed sitting beside a girl, who didn't attach to his body like a parasite. Pansy failed to realize, by interrupting the girl, the first years would inevitably run to him for assistance on their homework.

"I mean who does she think she is?" Pansy demanded before stuffing her mouth with bread.

Draco shrugged. Although he wasn't surprised by Pansy's behavior, he couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to talk to the third year. In order for the girl and other younger students to feel as if they had a reason to respect and follow the prefects, he felt the need to connect with the third year. He would talk to her later that evening when he could escape from Pansy's grasp.

He found her curled up in a chair in the Slytherin common room. Her attention was devoted to her potions book. She turned a page as Draco reclined in the couch.

"Hey you," Draco said as she looked up.

"My name isn't 'you', it's Astoria," she replied calmly. "You're Draco Malfoy, a prefect. Am I in your seat?"

He was tempted to laugh; however, he was unsure whether she was serious or making a joke to hide her annoyance. "Well, she isn't the worst thing that has ever walked these halls," he scoffed," However, you are in Slytherin for a reason, and Pansy is a model pureblood, and..."

"A bitch," she added as she closed her book, "I know she fits the mold for a pureblood princess, but she'll never do anything with her life if she expects everyone to give into her every woman. She's got nothing but her name."

His jaw slackened and his cold grey eyes met her vibrant green. No one dared to talk about Pansy as if she was worse than a mudblood. He hoped, for her sake, no one heard her. As Astoria stormed to the girls' dormitory, he began wondering what made her shoulder. Perhaps, he admired that she didn't mindlessly obey the dominant female force. He shrugged because he would never be able to pursue her while Pansy was in the middle of her power trip.

The next day, he sat near Pansy and Daphne Greengrass. The two girls were busily gossiping about something of minimal importance. Draco cut his omelette into bite sized peices as he contemplated using a silencing charm on them. He looked up when he saw Astoria enter the room. Her hair was tied into a ponytail and bounced as she walked.

She stood by Daphne and asked, "Did you hear anything from mum yet?"

Daphne shook her head before taking a bite into her apple. Astoria nodded as she journeyed to an empty seat.

"Is that your sister?" Pansy asked leering at Astoria.

Daphne nodded and replied, "Yeah, she's on her own level. " Pansy scowled as she tried to process what her friend meant. She had no idea that Astoria was going to be a huge problem for her, but she already loathed the young Greengrass girl.