"I've spent all of the love I saved.
We were always a losing game."
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She's a Gryffindor. He's a Slytherin.
She's a Weasley. He's a Malfoy.
She's sweet. He's a bully.
She's dangerous. He's dangerous.
She likes him. He likes he...
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Staring at her bowl of fruit and yoghurt, Cassie rubbed her temples as she listened to the ramblings of the two boys before her. Something about a magic mirror with wonderful images. Not really paying attention, she nodded her head every now and again so that they believed she was following their story.
"You okay, Cassie? You look like you're going to fall asleep in your breakfast." Harry laughed as the girl's head slipped of the hand it was resting on.
"Fred and George kept me awake." Cassie smirked to herself as she recalled why she was up so late but did not divulge any further details.
It wasn't until Malfoy walked into the Great Hall with hot pink robes and Cassie let out an evil chuckle that they figured out what she had done. Harry would be lying if the chuckle hadn't frightened him slightly.
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"I had you looking in the wrong section. How could I be so stupid?" Hermione greeted her friends, slamming a large book on the table. " I checked this out weeks ago for a bit of light reading."
"Hello to you too, 'Mione." Cassie said, jumping to attention.
"That's light?" Ron asked incredulously.
As usual, Hermione just ignored him as she flipped to the page containing the information she had discovered about Nicholas Flamel. Much to Ron's chagrin, Hermione begin explaining (with much vigour) about Flamel and the Philosopher's Stone; a magic stone that turned metal to gold and made people immortal.
"No wonder Snape wants the stone!" Harry exclaimed. "Who wouldn't?"
"That's true." Cassie agreed, nodding her head. "I mean, I wouldn't mind a magic stone that turned metal into gold."
Hermione looked at her friend in slight concern but thankfully, Ronald had his sister's back as he admitted a stone like that would be useful. As dinner drew closer, the girls put away all their books before chatting about what they did over the holidays leaving Harry and Ron to complain about how evil Snape was. Even if Snape wasn't after the Philosopher's Stone, Cassandra had to admit that Snape was an evil asshole (as Ron so delicately put it).
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To the say the non-Quidditch playing trio were tense would be an understatement. All three of them were concerned for Harry's safety and as they parted ways at the changing rooms, Cassie had thrown her arms around him in a quick hug before hurrying away to the stands.
As Ron started insulting Snape once again, Cassie was aware of people moving behind her but tried to ignore it once she realised it was the 'Slytherin Prince', although with all the whining he did, Cassie thought Princess fit him better.
Rolling her eyes at the bickering, Cassie decided she should step in before Ro began throwing things at the smug snake.
"Longbottom, if brains were gold, you'd be poorer than Weasley, and that's saying something."
"You know something, Malfoy." Cassie turned to face the pale blond. "I wouldn't be acting so smug if I was you. The last time I saw you, you were whining and curled up on the floor in a ball all because I tapped you on the knee."
"That's not true, Wea-." Malfoy fumed but Cassie stopped paying attention when Harry dived towards the ground in a dangerous manoeuvre.
"You're in luck, Weasley." Malfoy turned back to taunting Ron. "Potter's obviously spotted some gold on the ground."
Unfortunately, before Cassie could stop him, Ron had spun around in his seat before launching himself at the Malfoy heir and knocking him to the ground. Allowing the pair of them to beat each other up for a while, Cassie stopped smiling in amusement when Malfoy's thugs went for Neville.
Immobilising Goyle, the young witch chuckled as he fell to the floor frozen, atop the wrestling boys, before placing her wand at Crabbe's neck.
"I'd think twice before you do anything stupid."
"Yes, Ma'am." Crabbe gulped, pulling apart Malfoy and Ron.
Cheers erupted around the small group and Cassie smacked her brother upside the head, grumbling about missing Gryffindor's big win. Thankfully, Malfoy had disappeared and the trio plus Neville could enjoy the happiness spreading through the Gryffindor stands. Maybe they would win the Quidditch cup this year.
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Once the noise in the Gryffindor common room became too much for Cassie, she decided to take a calming walk around the Grounds before curfew came about and she was forced to listen to the festivities of the celebrating lions.
Walking all the way to the astronomy tower, the eldest Weasley girl swung her legs through the bars and let them dangle in the air. Placing her chin on the middle bar, she let her gaze roam across the whole of Hogwarts and smiled contentedly. Coming to Hogwarts and been her dream since she had performed her first bit of accidental magic and now that she was finally here, she couldn't help feeling a little homesick. As nice as it was to spend time with the twins, she missed Ginny and her parents. She missed her home cooked meals and the privacy of her bedroom. However, she was glad she was learning real magic, and she couldn't regret the awesome friends she had made. Even if she was beginning to suspect one of them was going to cause her a lot of trouble; trouble seemed to have a knack of finding Harry.
Smiling as the owls soared high above the clouds, Cassie closed her eyes and relished in the smell of clean air, the breeze blowing through her ginger locks, the sound of peace ands quiet. Until the door to the tower squeaked open. Turning to see who had entered, she tried to hide her smug grin at the sight of Malfoy with a black eye.
Gathering her belongings, she tried to hurry past him, not wishing to spend time with the blood purist.
"Oi, Blood Traitor." Malfoy called out.
Freezing in her tracks, the Weasley girl turned to face him with cold eyes. Once again, Draco was struck at the lack of emotion on her face. A Slytherin mask on a Gryffindor girl.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" She spat with such venom that Malfoy wondered how she wasn't a Slytherin.
"Tell your brother to watch his back."
Scoffing, she hurried out the door, slamming it behind her and leaving Malfoy to contemplate whether the Hat had made a mistake with her sorting.
