slytherin princess [2]

it's his birthday and i'll cry if i want to

Catherine pulled her blonde hair into a French braid for rounds. She drank a Wide-Eye potion that was only half the dosage for a successful day. It was only nine o'clock, but she felt like she had been up for two days straight.

Catherine made her way to the first floor where Weasley was waiting for her. He looked just as tired, so they simply nodded and started to walk. They checked the usual places and found a few elicit couples. Oddly enough, Catherine found herself liking her rounds with Weasley. He was quiet and didn't stare too much.

Finally around ten-thirty, they were doing their second to last sweep of the third floor. Ron glanced over at her for the first time in forty-five minutes.

"Catherine, erm, I've been meaning to say this for a bit now, but I'm sorry about Cedric. I didn't know him too well, so I didn't really think it was my place to say anything. But yeah, I am sorry."

Catherine softly smiled.

"You know, that surprisingly one of the more favorable condolences I've heard. Thank you, Ronald."

He blushed, "You're really terrible to my friends, you know, but even I have to say, you're pretty strong. You're dealing with all the same rubbish that Harry is with all the stares and whispers. Your handling it better them him, of course. It's impressive."

"Weasley, you understand that I'm more than likely the prettiest girl in our school, right? I've been used to the stares since I was eleven."

Ron laughed, "Yeah, I suppose so."

"You've been kind of awful to me, you know."

"I guess I'm more annoyed with the way you're keeping your cool about it. Harry has been really frustrating with all his anger issues and whatnot."

"Ron, I know he can be, but he's Harry Potter. He's entitled to a year of anger every once in a while," Catherine nudged him.

"I'm not sorry for my comments, though."

"You wouldn't be Weasel-Bee if you suddenly started to like me."

They both laughed before returning to comfortable silence. At eleven, they switched off with the other prefects, and they both smiled at each other before leaving.

Maybe Ron Weasley was not bad. Not bad at all.

The next few days pass in a quick fashion before the weekend arrives. Draco, however, had other plans that thwarted Catherine's weekend.

"So, you're all coming to my quidditch practice," he stated.

Catherine glared into the fire.

"Sure," Blaise agreed.

Draco grinned, "And be up earlier than usual, we're watching Gryffindor beforehand. Their practice is at nine o'clock."

"I'm not getting up that early," squawked Pansy.

"Too bad, we have to go, so you are too," Nott laughed.

Catherine sighed, "So, you're making us spend our Saturday watching Potter do a better job than you ever can perform during a match?"

Draco's face flamed with redness.

"Shut it, Collins," he sneered.

"Make me," she challenged. "Well, I'm for bed. Apparently, I have to go watch a quidditch prodigy and Draco tomorrow."

Pansy laughed, "Me too, I better get on Gryffindor's good side so that Cat and I are invited to the victory parties this year. Hey, Cat, maybe we can watch an actual quidditch player before Slytherin's seeker embarasses himself during practice."