𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 | f. weasley

seventy-two

"OI! ANGELINA!" FRED YELLED FROM ACROSS THE GRYFFINDOR COMMON ROOM. Angelina, who had been chatting with Alicia Spinnet near the fire, looked over at him.

"What?" she called back.

"Want to come to the ball with me?"

Angelina gave Fred an appraising sort of look. As did Ron, not so much George. Cassie and Dean, on the other hand, ceased playing their card game entirely. They watched the interaction with bated breath from near the window, awaiting Angelina's response.

Everyone in Gryffindor had simply assumed Cassie and Fred were going to the Yule Ball together. They were attached to the hip and everything. 

And it's not like a silly publicly announced bet could ruin that choice, right?

Right?

Apparently, it could.

Fred's face was determined. His charming smile was locked in, and it was hard to say no to that face sometimes, no matter what devilish tricks it had in store. 

"All right, then," she said, and she turned back to Alicia and carried on chatting with a bit of a grin on her face.

"There you go," said Fred to Harry and Ron, "piece of cake."

"How come ye didn't ask Cassie?" Ron asked, bewildered at Fred's choice. The Fred he knew took a great fancy to Cassandra Black, and honestly, he hoped they'd have gone together. What in Merlin's beard changed?

"Why would I?" Fred replied, confused, "Besides, isn't she going with Blaise? They were snogging on top of tables and all,"

Ron's mouth opened and closed, utterly confused. 

Did he not know about the bet?

Fred got to his feet, yawning, and said, "We'd better use a school owl for our letter then, George, come on..."

Fred left first, George lingering behind for a few seconds.

"He walked in on the scene and hasn't eaten since morning," he mumbled to Ron before rushing behind his brother.

"Why would Fred ask Cassie? Does he fancy her?" a clueless Harry mused, having not heard George's mumble to Ron at all, "Also BLAISE AND CASSIE SNOGGED?"

"Does he not know it was a bet?" Hermione remarked, equally confused. 

"There was a bet?" Harry was even more confused now. 

"Merlin, you're daft. That's not the point anyway," Ronald groaned. He turned to Harry, "We should get a move on, you know... ask someone. He's right. We don't want to end up with a pair of trolls."

While Granger argued with Ron and Harry and their high expectations of their (non-existent) dates, Cassie sank into the small ottoman near the window, sulkily looking out the window.

After her kiss with Blaise, Cassie had come to terms with one fact. 

Maybe she did like Fred Weasley. 

"Maybe" is putting it lightly. She definitely did like Fred Weasley. 

She spent all of the afternoon yapping Lilah's ear off about the things she liked about Fred Weasley when the latter accidentally probed Cassie by asking if Fred made her feel butterflies. 

Cassie even had a heart-to-heart conversation with Blaise as they both discussed their mutual feelings regarding the aftermath of their kiss. They agreed that they cherished each other as friends far more than romantic partners and if anything, that the kiss was a sign to call off their 'weird kinky horniness' as Dean often referred to it as.