Living In The Moment (HP Next Gen)

The moment I completely lost it

12: The moment I completely lost it

Excuse me. Hello? Remember me? My name's Cassandra? Your best friend?

I pulled a face and saw Potter reading the parchment over my shoulder.

"She giving you trouble?" he asked me with a raised eyebrow, as if it was his business that Cassandra was upset with me for not telling her about me and Oz.

"No," I simply and rather shortly replied. The message should have been clear: butt out. Of course, Potter as thick-headed as he was, let the message go straight to voicepost. Voicemail? Hm. I had no clue what it was again that Ben used to receive messages on his telephone, but it was something like that. Right?

I frowned at my parchment when I realized that I had forgotten to send him an owl once more. He was going to kill me when I got home. I hadn't even explained the whole Potter thing, let alone that I would be coming home with a different boyfriend.

"I had no idea you fancied Oscar," Potter continued in hushed tones, while professor Gerwick mumbled away about electricity.

"I had no idea that it was any of your business," I smoothly replied, scribbling an apology back to Cassandra with a promise that I'd explain everything later.

"What's there to explain?" Potter narrowed his eyes at me, as if trying to figure out how the universe worked. I'm not even kidding, he had this intense look of concentration mixed with distrust and curiosity on his face that I didn't like one bit. I felt like he could look straight through my clothes, past my boobs and into my soul.

Well, if I was really honest with myself it wasn't like he hadn't seen me naked before, but that didn't mean I had to like that look on his face.

"Honestly, don't you tell your mates anything? Cassandra's dying to know how Oz and I got together," I hissed, turning my head away from him, hinting that I was done with this ridiculous conversation.

"As am I. How did you two get together again?" Potter demanded to know in that bossy tone his voice took sometimes.

I held my head to the side and kept my eyes fixed on the Muggle Studies professor as if what he was telling me was Merlin's word and I was an eager pupil.

"I know for a fact he isn't into you, so what aren't you telling me?" Potter asked, his voice slowly turning hard.

Stung, I turned towards him. "I wasn't aware we had a sharing relationship, Potter, but if you want one, you can have it. I don't even remotely like you, I hate you. So if you think I will ever trust my feelings and thoughts about current, future or past boyfriends, you are sadly mistaken."

Potter snorted at that. "If I remember correctly, I was the one who held you while you cried over that ridiculous Hufflepuff sod."

"I happen to love that ridiculous Hufflepuff sod, so you watch your fucking tongue, Potter, before I cut it off," I snarled.

"Happen to love? What about Os?" Potter asked, a smirk forming on his face. "What are you two up to? I know he couldn't have fallen for you, anymore than-"

"How dare you insinuate that I am not good enough for your friend," I started, ignoring his first question all together. I mentally lectured myself about watching my tongue and gently asked myself to not hit Potter's smug face again. Somehow my own voice of reason failed, because my hands were aching to do just that. "What? Am I not pretty enough for him, Potter? Not smart enough? Perhaps it is that I am not rich like you lot that has you upset. I'm sorry, we can't all be as fabulous and well provided for as you, Potter. We don't all have a daddy that defeated the Dark Lord to give us whatever we want."