Good Girl- A Fred Weasley Story

1. The Quidditch World Cup

Cassiopeia's POV

"Cassi wake up, we have to leave in two hours," Draco yells out hitting me with a pillow.

"Leave me the fuck alone, you inconsiderate little shit I'm trying to sleep here," I yell back at him irritated that he interrupted my sleep. 

"I refuse to miss the Quidditch Cup again just because you do not want to wake up." He yells getting aggravated that I won't wake up. 

"Oh give it a fucking break, four years ago you were ten, it's not like you were on your death bed Draco. Now get the hell out of my room and let me sleep you insufferable twat!" I yell back at him fed up that he won't leave me alone. 

"You think that I want to be up right now? I don't but they-" Draco starts talking before he gets interrupted by someone walking into my room. 

"Why is it that any time anyone asks something so simple of you Cassiopeia you can't do it?" Lucius asks glaring down at me with what could be described as a look of hate. "And you Draco such an incompetent little boy that you can't even get her out of bed." 

"Father it was all my fault, not Dracos" I began to plead knowing how much today meant to Draco. He would be absolutely devasted if he missed watching Victor Krum play. He was talking about Krum nonstop for the past month, and how Bulgaria was for sure going to win today. 

"I was not speaking to you girl you know better than to speak when you are not being spoken to." He screams at me stepping closer towards the bed causing me to scoot more into the warmness of my bed. "Now get out of bed and go downstairs to eat breakfast. I expect both of you downstairs in the next five minutes, or if not you can stay here." He said with an ugly sneer plastered on his face as he walked out of my room. 

We stared at each other for a good minute before either one of us uttered a word. "Come on Draco let's go downstairs  before he ruins today more than he already did." 

"On the bright side at least we have seats in the Top Box." Draco points out, trying to lighten the mood as we walk down the staircase. 

"Yeah just have to make sure I don't sit next to him or I might do something I'll regret," I grumble as we walk into the kitchen. 

"Morning father and mother," both Draco and I say in unison as we take our designated seat at the table. Lucius was sitting at the head of the table with Draco on his right side. Then there was Narcissa who had to sit to the left of Lucius and I was right next to Draco. 

This designated seat shit is such bullshit, Lucius saw it as a way to show the hierarchy of the family. Draco being the second most important of this family, then Narcissa, leaving me to be the last one. 

The rectangular table was filled with food that would feed at least a family of nine. It was honestly such a waste for only the four of us, they just liked to overwork the house-elves. Seeing them as nothing more than a servant here to serve, because instead of giving them the leftovers they would throw it all away and let the elves have fruit. Maybe even some pancakes if it was a good day. The abundance of food was just another way that they flaunted their wealth even though no one was around to see. I fucking hated it, hated how they can just waste something like food just because they can. 

Lucius had an elf serve his plate as if he is too entitled to even do that by himself, and he took his first bite of breakfast. Indicating that the rest of us could now serve our plates and began eating. Another thing that I hated was the sexism in this family. How Lucius deemed himself more important than anyone here just because he was the man of the house.