The look Gabrielle had was almost entrancing to Sara, though she wasn't about to admit the younger girl seemed to have that much of her attention. There was just something about her eyes, but the lighting in the Slytherin dorms was always a little dim.
"I'm going to be begging?" Sara said with an amused look. Who did this french tramp think she was? "You clearly don't know me all to well, little girl." she threatened in french.
As Gabrielle climbed on top of her, Sara had intended to flip them, but found the combination of Gabrielle's unnaturally strong grip and an unusual urge to please the girl stopped her and instead allowed the girl to press her back into the bed.