The Black Name || Harry Potter X Cassidy Black

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⬆️❤️Still rent free in my head ❤️⬆️

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"Potter! Is it true you fainted. Like you actually fainted?" Draco asked Harry as soon as we walked into the Great Hall.

Harry looked as if he wanted to punch Him and and this point, so did I.

"Yes Draco, we both did, so if you'll excuse me," I said as I tried to get Harry and I out of his eyesight.

He moved directly in front of us. Of course.

"Draco move," I said sternly, to which he shook his head vigorously.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt?" He asked softly, as if he had never asked someone about their wellbeing before.

I chuckled and stared him in disbelief.

"No way you actually care so what's it matter?" I asked, every word laced with venom.

He looked hurt. Like genuinely hurt. Okay now I'm really confused. Draco never really cared for me. I'm a Gryffindor for one. And Two he knows who my dad is.

"Doesn't matter, are you alright now?" He asked a little more definitely.

I looked back to Harry, Ron and Hermione. They looked just as confused me.

I nodded slowly.

"Good." Draco said as he abruptly pulled me in for a hug.

I didn't hug back immediately because it felt weird. All he ever did was make fun of me and my friends. Well now that I think about it, mostly my friends, not me.

He pulled away and he looked a lot more relaxed than he did just moments before. Before, he looked, somehow, distressed. Weird.

"Uh bye Cassi- bye Black." He said as he slowly walked away.

"Okay what in the bloody name of merlin was that?" Ronald asked.

"I actually don't even know Ron." I said as I slowly turned around to face everyone.

Harry looked at me as if he saw a ghost. Not that I blame him. The boy who always makes fun of me, of us, legit cared about me.

"Either way, we need to get to the great hall. The sorting ceremony is about to start." Hermione said as she took my wrist in her hand and started dragging me in the direction of the hall.

I took my arm from her grip and caught up to walk alongside her.

"So, you might hate me for asking this, but I think it needs asked." She said hesitantly.

"I would never hate you!" I said quickly.

"Okay, then you won't mind me asking this. Do you like Harry?"

"What no!" I whisper yelled immediately.

She smiled and nodded her head knowingly, "Sure you don't. That quick reaction was all I needed Cassie."

I rolled my eyes and went to say something else when Harry and Ron finally caught up to us.

"What did we miss?" Ron asked.

"Nothing of your concern." Hermione said calmly.

At least I know she won't tell anyone.

Wait no. What am I thinking? I don't like Harry. I don't. I 1 hundred percent do not like Harry Potter. I'm sure. 1 hundred percent sure. 1 million percent sure. Right?