Living In The Moment (HP Next Gen)

The moment I kissed a certain Gryffindor

14: The moment I kissed a certain Gryffindor

"Promise you'll write," Cassandra told me sternly as she pulled her trunk off the train. "I need at least one letter a day. One a day," she repeated and I mutely nodded in agreement. I figured I'd probably be writing my laments to her the moment I got home, so it wasn't like writing one letter each day was going to be an issue.

"Please come over on Christmas," I pleaded with my best puppy eyes as Potter manly said goodbye to his friends by clapping them on their backs. Oz laughed as Potter said his goodbyes.

"I will," Cassandra promised and gave me a shaky smile. "Oh, come on," she said as she saw that my eyes had slowly started to fill with tears. "You know it won't be as bad," she whispered, as she pulled me close in a hug. "Potter's there now."

"My knight in shining armour," I muttered sarcastically into her shoulder.

"You know," she said, a slightly annoyed lilt to her voice, "he could be if you'd just let him."

"Yes," I acknowledged, feeling her stiffen around me, "and hell is made purely of ice."

"Good, you'll feel right at home when you go there for your stubbornness," Cassie told me, slowly letting go of me as I wipe at my eyes.

I frowned and sniffed pathetically. I couldn't believe I was crying because I had to go home. I ignored Potter's eyes on me and only focused on my best friend who had nothing but sympathy and love in her facial expression. "How do you figure that?"

"Cause your heart is made of ice," she winked and gave me another quick hug. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

I raised an eyebrow at that."Sure, sweetheart," I told her soothingly.

Cassandra shook her head and gave me a quick kiss on my left cheek, before she turned around and thudded over to her parents. I waved meekly at them, well aware that her parents weren't all that fond of me. Apparently I was a bad influence on their daughter and if Cassandra was to be believed, her father cautioned her about me every other week.

I turned around and walked straight into Oscar's arms. "You be good," he whispered in my ear.

"You be strong," I told him in the same kind of voice and hugged him a little closer. I was going to miss Oscar Wood. This warm feeling I know had for Oz was about as expected as Morgana and Merlin drinking tea and laughing about Arthur's antics in Heaven. But I did feel strongly protective of this handsome boy in my arms and I wouldn't want him out of my life when given the choice.

"I'm always strong," he promised me and kissed my cheek, on the exact same spot Cassandra had kissed not a minute before.

"You know," Fred Weasley's voice drawled behind us. "I've never seen you two kiss."

I rolled my eyes at Weasley, while I felt Oscar stiffen. I turned around in Oscar's arms and refused for him to let me go by pulling his arms around my belly. I covered his hands with mine and gave Fred an angry look. "I don't like people nosing around in my personal life, Weasley."

"Well, it wasn't like you were that concerned about your privacy when you were still smooching with that leper."

"His name is Taran," I snapped at Potter, who gave me a wink.

"If you say so, dearie."

I thought steam would be coming out of my ears after that comment, but Oz intertwined his fingers with mine. If I hadn't known any better, I'd swear Potter's eyes darkened a notch.

Fred raised an eyebrow. "Well, how about it then? You're not going to be seeing each other for another week at least. Don't tell me you won't miss each other? Sometimes I wonder if the two of you are even a couple at all!" His eyes silently accused me of Merlin knew what and I secretly smiled to myself. Finally we got a rise out of Fred The Ice Prince Weasley. It was about damn time.