Cassie's P.O.V.
On my way to potions the next day, I saw Draco walk past worriedly tuggin at his sleave. "What's up?" I asked.
"Nothing." he said quickly. Too quickly.
"Is something wrong with your arm?" I asked, reaching for his sleave.
"NO!" he shouted, pulling his arm back and holding it too him.
"Uh --"
"Sorry. It's -- it's nothing really."
"Okay. . ."
"Oh, Dracie Poo!" I heard a high-pitched voice say, coming down the hallway.
Draco rolled his eyes. "Hannah. Sorry, gotta go." he said before taking off running.
A ravenclaw girl with brown hair came running past, chasing after him and yelled, "GET BACK HERE! YOU'RE MINE!"
Okay, that was weird.
I contonued on my way to Potions, amd found an empty seat to sit down.
"Hey, Cassie." Hermione said, sitting next to me. Must be Gryffindor and Slytherin for potions.
"Hey, Hermione." I said.
Draco came in out of breath, and stopped with his hands on his knees. "I think -- I lost her -- she's so -- fast."
He walked over and sat on the other side of me. "Hey, Cassie."
"Who was that?" I asked.
"Hannah Gray. She's been obssesed with me since. . . Third year? I think?" he looked at the boy next to him.
"Second." the boy replied.
"Yeah. Second."
"I'm Terrence Higgs, by the way." he said.
"Hi. I'm Cassie."
"I know, Draco was talking about how pr-- Ow!" he said.
Draco glared at him and then looked back at me. "Do you have a potions book, yet?"
I shook my head. "They have extras in that cabinet over there."
I moved to stand but he said, "I'll get it. I'm closer."
Hermione leaned over and whispered, "He totally likes you."
"Really?" I asked. Then pieced together the evidence. "Maybe."
Draco returned and handed me a book.
"Thanks." I said.
"No problem. "
He's really hot. I realized.
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Emma's P.O.V.
"He was looked worried, and kept tugging at his sleeve. When I asked him what was wrong he pulled his arm back and flipped out." Cassie explained.
"You don't think --?" I asked.
"Ron and I ran into him at Madam Malkins in Diagon Alley, and when she reached for his sleeve he did the same thing." Harry said.
"So you think it's the dark mark?" Hermione asked.
"With everything that's happened, it has to be."
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Walking by Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, I heard a slam, and then a sniffle. That's usually where a lot of girls go to cry when stuff is going on. So I went in to comfort whoever it was, not expecting to seen Draco there.
"Draco? Is something wrong?" I asked.
He nodded, "I can't do it, Emma."
"Do what?" I asked.
That's when Cassie walked in.
"I just can't." he sobbed, putting his face in his hands.
"Do what, Draco?" I asked again.
"K-kill -- No. I can't tell you. He'd kill you. He'd kill you both! And all your family!"
"Are you talking about Voldemort? Just tell me. My family's in the order. They can't possibly be in any more danger than they already are." I said.
"B-but what about Cassie?"
"My family says shit about Voldemort on a daily basis. They are open haters." Cassie said.
"He -- he wants me to finish for my f-father."
"Finish what? What does he want you to do?"
"He w-wants me to k-kill Dumbledore." he said, and slowly pulled up his sleeve.
The Dark Mark.
Yep. The shit just hit the fan.
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I'm Not Perfect | Seamus Finnigan
FanfictionEmma Torrett Her parents were talented aurors and the ones who caught Bellatrix Lestrange after she tortured Frank and Alice Longbottom into insanity. Neville goes to live with Emma's Parents, Eliza and Abban Torrett, since they were more capable of...