𝙈𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙖 || harry potter

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚, 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙖𝙢𝙚𝙨

"So you kissed her, and she she still hates you?" Ron questioned.

After yesterday, Harry couldn't keep quiet. He blurted it out whilst him and Ron were going to bed.

"It was bit more than a kiss mate." Harry smirked. "Everything's the same as before, she'll barely look at me."

"Do you think she regrets its?" Ron asked.

"She wasn't acting like she regretted it." Harry smirked once again, far too proud of what he did.

"Does Sirius know?"

The smirk dropped straight off of Harrys face at the mention of his Godfather and Cassie's Father.

"Take that as a no then." Ron laughed.

"Oh god Sirius." Harry sighed. "What do I do? What do I say?"

"I mean, we know Cassie. She kisses people all the time. No point in telling Sirius, not unless you fancy getting killed. Reckon i'll just buy her something from Honeydukes and she'll like me again." Ron laughed.

Nothing Ron was saying was helping. Whilst Harry fretted, Cassie was having a surprisingly pleasant talk with her father.

"You know, I didn't figure you as the tattoo type." Sirius said, raising an eyebrow.

"Mmm." Cassie shrugged. "Me neither, at least not this many anyways."

"Regret any?"

"Yeah, a few. Still figuring out a spell to get rid of some." Cassie said truthfully.

Usually, spell making was easy for her, however after a few weeks out of practice, it was trickier than before.

"You really are extraordinary." Sirius smiled. "Though some people might interpret your power as a threat. Be careful."

"Sure." Cassie said sarcastically, unaware of what would lie ahead.

Before anyone knew it, September 1st was only a day away.
Mrs Weasley was panicking. Packing Hogwarts trunks was a challenging task, especially when two of them belonged to world-renowned pranksters.

Hermione and Ginny had theirs packed weeks ago, all of their belongings were neatly folded and organized.
Harrys was a mess. Clothes were thrown in without looking, many missing the trunk all together and landing on the floor.

Cassie had no trunk to bother with having left it at Hogwarts after their quick escape. All she had with her was the bag full of liquor and cigarettes along with a few spare clothes. She was sure Sirius had found her stash already, occasionally an odd bottle or two would go missing and never found again.

Cassie dreaded having to return to Hogwarts. Everything was a reminder of Cedric.
She would do anything not to have to go back, yet it seemed unlikely. Especially after last years shenanigans, there was surely less escape routes for her to take. Even if she could find a way not to go back, without Effie it'd be boring.

Mrs Weasley had made a farewell dinner for all of the children before they returned to Hogwarts. She tried her best to wipe away her tears with a tissue, though Cassie was certain the majority of them ended up in the food.

Harry foolishly choose to sit directly in front of Cassie, making everyone question his choice.
Cassie shot him a cold glare, just like before.
She hated him deeply, and that might never change, but she couldn't deny how much she loved his lips.
It was cruel that the one thing she wanted so badly, she couldn't have because they were his.
She couldn't just forgive him like that. He caused her more pain then he could ever understand.