the moon and the stars| a hp fanfic

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝘃𝗲

FOR Harry's birthday, the Weasleys had come to visit. Cassius, who was sitting on one of the couches in the living room, rolled his eyes when Ron Weasley muttered something about 'Slytherins' and stuff with Hermione Granger, who kept rolling her eyes and trying to shut him up.

"Don't mind him," whispered Harry, who walked by, then sat next to his friends.

Cassius' eyes stopped on Ginny Weasley— who was looking at Harry.

He pursed his lips and stood up, not wanting to be there any longer.

"Where to?" asked his father with a raised eyebrow and crossed arms as soon as Cassius opened the door to leave Grimmauld place.

The boy sighed. "I want to spend the day with Draco, Blaise, and Theo."

"It's Harry's birthday, Cassius."

"So?" Cassius frowned, motioning towards the Weasleys surrounding the boy. "He's got enough friends there. What does his birthday have to do with me?"

Regulus shook his head, rubbing the bridge of his nose in annoyance. "Do what you want, but I want you to stay, Cassius. For him."

Cassius shook his head and walked out of the door, closing it behind him.

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"—and then—" Draco talked after they all finished eating "—father had the audacity to claim that I'd taint the Malfoy name!"

Blaise shook his head. "Dude, you hooked up with a half blood."

"In my defense, I was drunk." shrugged Draco.

"When was this?" asked Cassius as he looked around the restaurant.

"Theo's party." Blaise answered with a grin. "These two got themselves shit-faced drunk."

"I sometimes still feel the hangover." Theo shook his head with a grimace, a hand on his forehead.

"We invited you," Blaise's smile went away, "you never sent a letter back."

Cassius sighed, "I've been too busy."

"That's right." Theo's eyes lightened up, his back straightening. "How are Sirius and Potter?"

Cassius shook his head and pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lightening it up.

Ignoring the smoke coming his way because of the fact that he was sitting next to his cousin, Draco said, "Isn't it Potter's birthday today?"

"Your obsession with Potter never fails to amuse me." Cassius muttered.

Draco rolled his eyes, looking disgusted. "It's not an obsession."

Blaise plucked the cigarette from Cassius' lips and put it out, then put it in an ash tray. "You have to stop that." He said, ignoring the other boy's look.

"I think," said Theo, catching the other three boys' attentions, "that we need to have another party soon. This time with Cassius."

"Parkinson's throwing a party tonight in her manor." Draco said, sipping on the glass of water he had.

"I can't come anywhere." Cassius said with a shake of his head. "Father wouldn't let me."

"Sneak out," said Blaise as if it was obvious with a shrug. "Use the floo to go to Parkinson manor after everyone's asleep."

"It's going to be fun." Draco assured his cousin with a nod. "Every Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and a lot of Hufflepuffs are going to be there. And do you know what those Hufflepuffs grow in their common room—?"

"That's enough, Draco." Theo laughed. "Everyone knows."

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That night at almost one a.m, Cassius walked into the living room, planning to go to the party. Unfortunately, Harry was sitting on the couch, looking like he couldn't fall asleep.

Harry took one look at the other boy's attire— black jeans, a black shirt, and black shoes— then huffed. "Where to?"

"None of your business," mumbled Cassius, walking to the fireplace.

"I thought we were getting along." Harry said suddenly, making the boy stop in his tracks.

Cassius let out a sigh. "We have no interaction whatsoever. Why would you think that?"

"Now you're just being mean."

He rolled his eyes. "Potter, what do you want?"

Harry shrugged. "Nothing."

A few seconds of silence passed between them until Cassius asked, "Why aren't you asleep, anyway?"

"Couldn't fall asleep."

"Why not?"

"Nightmares." Harry saw a look of concern pass through the boy's face, but it was gone immediately.

Cassius looked at the fireplace, then shook his head and sat down on the couch. "Do you smoke?"

"No."

"Would you like to?" He pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket.

Harry looked confused. "Why are you offering a cigarette?"

The boy next to him hesitated, then said, "It helps whenever I get nightmares. Or whenever I feel stressed, bored, angry, or hurt."

Harry took one of the cigarettes with a small smile. "What makes you think the thing that comforts you would comfort me?"

"I'm trying here, alright?" snapped Cassius immediately, frowning when Harry laughed. "What?"

"Nothing." Harry shook his head, giving the cigarette back to him. "Thanks, but no thanks. I feel better."

"Is it because of the cigarette?" Cassius' lips quirked, putting the unlit cigarette in its packet.

"Definitely not."