"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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╭━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━━✶━━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━╮ Is it lonely where you are? All the way across the room With a knife inside your heart I feel it too ╰━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━━✶━━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━╯
Almost a week had passed since the students had returned from Christmas break and the first Quidditch match of the term had been and gone. Ravenclaw took to the skies against Slytherin and when the final whistle blew, those in blue and bronze robes touched back to the ground with defeated looks. Wood, on the other hand, was invigorated by the loss. It was good news for the Gryffindor team so long as they beat Ravenclaw in the next match.
As the first month of a new year passed, Cassie realised she saw less and less of her friends. Hermione was consistently bogged down with homework; the workload seemed ever growing. Despite asking numerous times if she required any help, Cassie had been chased away by Hermione's harsh words and ferocious scowl. By the time February rolled around, the redhead had grown sick of only hearing her brother's constant complaining. It started to feel as if the only companion she truly had was her homework. God, my life is sad.
Whilst Seamus and Dean did their best to spend time with her, they too were struggling to keep on top of their essays and so the majority of their time together was often spent with them asking for her help. Quidditch practice had been increased to five times a week as the days to the upcoming match grew shorter. Therefore, the only time she managed to see Harry was between time-tabled classes and during their anti-Dementor lessons. During which, they spoke little and the distance grew. Harry was frustrated that he wasn't doing as well as he had hoped. Cassie, however, was doing exceptionally well (as Remus continued to point out) despite having no expectations of succeeding. Her Patronus had morphed from a soft silver wisp to a fully-fledged claw. Whilst Remus had assured her that they would likely discover what animal it was soon, the Weasley had no desire to push herself the way Harry was. After all, the Patronus was advanced magic. Most adult Witches and Wizards hadn't mastered the art of a true Patronus.
Wrapped up warm to battle the icy wind nipping at her cheeks and nose, she closed her book with a deep sigh. The time on her watch informed her that if she didn't move soon, she would be late for the Quidditch match. Carefully climbing down from the tree she had been taking solace in, she made her way across the courtyard. A familiar sinking sensation sat in her chest; a feeling she had been accustomed to the past month or so. The first time it had happened, the young witch almost went to Madam Pomfrey, convinced she was falling ill. When it continued to happen the following week, she brushed it off as being a new reaction to the idea of being around people.
As Cassie drew closer to the stadium full of cheering students, she realised she felt as if she were walking to her doom. If not for the fact that Harry had begged her to be there as support, she would've turned around and gone back to bed. Flags hung from wooden poles that dotted the path to the arena. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw banners hung in a pattern, reminding students of the teams that were playing.
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Frost covered grass crunched under her boot-clad feet as she neared the wooden stairs at the bottom of the Gryffindor stand. A disgruntled ginger stood there glaring at her. Ron had saved her a seat but it was only because he was attempting to get her to talk to him again. Scabbers had gone missing a few days ago. Ever the level-headed redhead, Ron had stormed over to Hermione, yelling that it was all her fault. Crookshanks was the immediate suspect. Whilst she understood that he was mourning his pet, Cassie disapproved of the volatile reaction (and the fact that her friends were even further at odds).
"I've been standing here for ten minutes waiting for you," fumed Ron.
"I didn't ask you to," she muttered in response, following behind as he stomped up the stairs.
Reaching the second row of seats, the twins made their way over to where Neville was securing two empty spaces to his right. Smiling kindly at him, the female twin took the seat next to Neville so that she could ignore her brother as he sat to her right. When the teams took to the field, the roaring of the lions reached deafening volumes. Pulling the book out of the inside pocket of her robe - her mother had stitched it book-sized for that exact reason - she only half-listened to the commentary of the game.
Hearing the crowd gasp in shock, her head whipped out to see three hooded figures floating along the field, robes swishing in the chilly air. Before anyone could react, Harry's wand was in his hand and a huge shield of silver-white fog erupted from the end. Within the next few seconds, he had the Snitch in his hand. The whistle sounded and Gryffindor were announced the winners. All around her, proud Lions rose to their feet, cheering and stamping in joy. Ron and Neville sprinted down to the field to congratulate their housemates.
Waiting for the stand to clear, the green-eyed girl took her time down the slippery wooden stairs. Eyes drawn to the crumpled heaps on the ground, she didn't know whether she was bemused or furious at the idiocy that was Draco Malfoy. The Gryffindors hurried off to the Tower, eager to get a head start on their celebratory party. Once the three Snakes had finally extracted themselves from the long robes, they sheepishly made their way out of the arena. McGonagall had yelled at them in front of the majority of the school so now they were running off to lick their wounds. Well, they were trying to but one small Gryffindor lingered by the exit of the stadium.
"You're an idiot." Cassie called out, stepping from the shadows.
Amusement flowed through her for the first time in days as she watched him flinch at her sudden appearance. Since First Year, she knew that he was all bark and no bite but watching it in action gave her some form of sick satisfaction.
"Do pray tell what it is that I've done to offend you this time?" Malfoy drawled, falling into his typical demeanour of confidence.
"Gee, let me think." Cassie pressed a hand to her mouth in a contemplative manner. "Maybe it was the whole dressing up like a Dementor and running onto the Quidditch pitch? Or could it be the blatant attempt to sabotage Gryffindor team? Take your pick."
Malfoy scoffed. "Please... Like you wouldn't take a chance to ensure Slytherin lose."
"Not if it involved cheating. It's not a win if you didn't earn it!"
By this point, the arena had practically emptied. Ravenclaw had taken their defeat honourably and left without a fuss. The handful of Hufflepuffs that had braved the weather had dispersed as soon as could. Crabbe and Goyle lingered further up the path but she knew they would never be brave enough to run to Malfoy's defence if needed. Not against her anyway.
Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Merlin, you are such a sanctimonious bitch."
"Oh, so I'm bitch again? Glad you finally made your mind up."