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THE REST OF THE BREAK WASN'T AS NICE AS CASSIOPEIA WANTED. Draco was avoiding her and sending sharp glares at every chance he got. He stayed near Crabbe and Goyle, who were also giving Cassiopeia snarls all the time. Pansy Parkinson had kicked her out of her gang and told her that she was going to stop buying butterbeers for her. Cassiopeia didn't really care. She didn't even want to be in Pansy's gang in the first place and she had plenty of money to buy as many butterbeers as she wanted.
She usually spent her days with her siblings. She sat by them at mealtimes, walked with them in the halls, she even started taking a liking to Quidditch just so she wouldn't have to be alone in the Common Room with dirty looks being shot at her from every direction. Zethus had let her ride his broom while she and Thalia passed a Quaffle around. She didn't really understand Quidditch but she was starting to get the hang of it the more she played.
The twins didn't really ask why she had become so clingy to them and why she wasn't hanging out with Draco like she usually did. She just told them that they got into an argument at the Yule Ball and that she didn't want to talk about it. They felt that something else happened between the two friends but didn't ask any further questions since they didn't want to upset her, which Cassiopeia was grateful for.
That was another person she was avoiding. Whenever she would see Ron, she would walk in the other direction or completely ignore him. It's not that she didn't want to talk to him, she just didn't want to talk about what happened. She didn't want to talk about the fact that they kissed out of nowhere in the library. They were barely friends and this could ruin it all.
She didn't know why but she didn't want her friendship with Ron to end, especially over a silly little kiss. Her friendship with Ron felt different than her friendship with Draco and the other Slytherins. There wasn't any hostility or bitterness. There wasn't any need to prove herself or impress him. It was heartfelt and sincere, much different from any friendship that Cassiopeia had before.
But now she had messed it up. She had kissed Ron. She felt stupid about herself. Ron didn't feel that way about her and she didn't feel that way about him. Or, at least, she didn't think she felt that way. In fact, she didn't know how she felt about Ron at all.
The previous hatred and resentment she felt towards him was gone and a new feeling had replaced it. She wasn't sure what this feeling was, she had never experienced it before. Was it happiness? No, she had felt that before and this feeling was more intense than that. This was a type of feeling that brought warmth to her. It made a fluttering sensation take flight in her stomach. Her palms got clammy, her heart raced, her cheeks went pink, and she could hardly focus on anything else but Ron whenever she felt it.
What was wrong with her? She wasn't supposed to feel this way. Not towards someone like Ron Weasley. Ron was everything her family frowned upon. Poor, blood-traitor, Gryffindor, Muggle-loving. Why did she feel this way about him? She should be feeling this way about someone from a rich, pure-blood, Dark wizard, Slytherin family. Someone like Draco. But she didn't feel this way about Draco. She felt this way about Ron.
