Cassiopeia Nott, twin sister to Theodore Nott, finds herself in a messy situatuon after an accidental drunken hookup with a certain Gryffindor. The two know they are no good for each other, but how could they end it when their feelings for one anoth...
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Cassiopeia Nott
Two days into avoiding Harry and I fear I have already failed.
Mostly because he is walking towards my charms desk right now, not looking very pleased.
I hurried to collect my things and flee the classroom before he had the chance to sit down. All my friends had already left and students were filing out of the room like it was on fire. I shoved my last book in my bag and quickly got up, but alas, I didn't quite make it.
I ran right into Harry, sending my bag to the floor. I almost fell with it before Harry grabbed my arms to steady me. "Hi, Cass." He greeted.
I couldn't exactly tell the emotions behind his words. Angry, sad, confused, I don't know. Maybe a mix? "Hi, Harry."
"How are you?" He asked as he bent down to gather my bag. This is too casual. We have not once has a casual conversation in our time together. How does he already bloody know?
He stood back up and handed me my bag. As much as I wanted to push past him and run for the hills, I stood in place. "Fine."
"You are terrible at this."
"At what?"
"Well, I assume you're trying to get out of a conversation with me considering you are shrinking into yourself the way I do when Mcgonagall wants to talk about my classes."
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are."
"Am not."
"Are so."
I straightened my posture, letting our a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding in. I crossed my arms to my chest. "I'm not. I've just had a hard day."
His expectant expression dropped into a genuine concern. "Oh, I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do?"
"Yes, actually." You could pull me into a long hug and make everything and everyone just leave us alone forever. But I only said that in my head. "You could move. You're blocking the door."
I turned to go around him but he stepped in front of me. "I really don't mean to worsen your day, but I have a sneaking suspicion you're avoiding me because we talk everyday and you haven't so much as glanced in my direction in two."
I stayed quiet.
"And I don't think you want to." He continued carefully. How does he know me so well already? This, this entire interaction that leads me to believe he cares about me when he may have nothing more than a silly crush is the reason I'm avoiding him. I can't help but think back to how he seemed worried when I said I had a hard day. Would he really say anything if he didn't care?
I'm just so confused. So confused about how I feel for him. So confused about how he feels for me. So confused about what I want him to feel for me. So confused about how my friends and family want me to feel for him. Just confused.
