Cassie Willows( Ron Weasley Love Story)

Chapter 13

A/N: In A Very Potter Musical, Ron and Malfoy fall in love with Hermione. In this story, they fall in love with Cassie!!! And it could have happened at the Yule Ball! OMG! Take that, Hermione!

-------Breakfast in Cassie's POV--------

'Theres a party tonight.' Harry said.

'Um... so?'

'Wanna come? Tonight 8:00 at the Room of Requirement.'

'Will there be alcohol and that kind of stuff?'

'Nothing you haven't done.'

'... Like drinking alcohol?'

'You've never drunk alcohol before?'

'Butterbeer doesn't contain alcohol, you know.'

'Then why is it so addicting?'

'Cause it's yummy?'

'Can you just come?'

'Why?Are Slytherins gonna be there?'

'Of course not! Bring Ron if you like.'

'Um, okay.'

--------------Later----------------

'Party, no party.' I was picking petals off a flower. Murder. I take pleasure in killing inanimate objects.

Not, like, setting them on fire or anything. That's scary.

'No party.'

The last petal.

'Party! mother-f ing sk-ughhh! I don't wanna go!'

'Then don't go.' Ron said.

'But I'm destined to go! Fate has it all planned out. I have to. '

'Fine. Them break the stem. See? No party.'

'Ugh, it doesn't work like that! I have to go. See? The remaining stem part means I have to go! That means you have to go too.'

'I have to study.'

'You never actually study. Come on, at least accompany me to the door, Harry said to bring you.'

'But...'

'You don't want anything to happen to me, do you? Like, guys could hit on me, and I could be so drunk that-'

'Okay, okay! I'll go.'

'I will love you till the end of time.'

Ron blushed.

-----Dat Crazy Party Doe-----

'Don't let go, Jack!'

'Uh... What?'

'Nothing, nothing. Just a muggle reference.'

Okay. I need to get into that party Harry was talking about.

The door appeared. I took a deep breath, and opened it. I immediately heard really really really loud music coming from the room. I'm gonna go deaf!

I went into the room with Ron behind me. I need to find Harry!

'Cassie! You came! Like it?'

'Like it?! Harry, I'm dying! Like, mentally. What was the point of bringing me, anyway?'

'You have to go to at least one party in your life.'

'Well, I don't like parties.'

'At least there aren't any Sly-'