"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⋅ ━╮ And I can't take One more moment of this silence The loneliness is haunting me And the weight of the world's getting harder to hold up ╰━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━━✶━━ ⋅𖥔⋅ ━╯
Mondays had been created for the purpose of making Fridays more enjoyable. Even though they had just been through a gruelling weekend, the young witch was perturbed when her alarm went off Monday morning, signalling the end of the weekend. She had hoped for one more day. A day that she could spend curled up in bed with a book, washing away the misery and nausea she had felt for the past two days.
Gryffindor had lost their match against Hufflepuff when Harry fainted and fell off his broom in the presence of the Dementors. At the sight of them, Cassie had been sick once again, and the rain continued to be torrential. However, instead of having a peaceful day she was forced to sit in the dreary dungeon and made to listen as Snape droned on.
Bandage free and able to use the full extent of his arms, Malfoy spent the majority of the double lesson imitating Harry when he fell off his broom. Flailing about, Malfoy chuckled when his lackeys burst into cruel sniggers. Harry remained silent, hand clenching around the knife as he chopped up his ingredients. Upon entering the classroom, Malfoy had strutted across the room and to the other side. He had seated himself as closely to the redhead as possible without taking the one to the right of her. Hermione had been sitting there and so it wouldn't have been possible anyway. Cassie eventually became grateful for his presence.
When Ron's anger bubbled over and he flung a large crocodile heart across the room and towards Malfoy, the blond subtly shoved her out of the landing zone. Ron wasn't known for his coordination skills and the slippery organ had been heading for the side of his sister's head instead of the Snake. She had washed and dried her hair this morning so that loose curls spilled over her cheeks. If the slime had touched a single strand, Ron would've signed his own death warrant. Cassie landed with a thud on her stool and the heart sailed over her head. Malfoy was smacked directly in the face by the ingredient.
With a loss of fifty points, Ron hunkered down over his potion. Eyes firmly locked onto the bubbling liquid in his cauldron, he thankfully missed Cassie discreetly sliding a tissue across the left side of her desk.
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Lunch had been a quiet affair. And by quiet, Cassie meant that three of them silently chewed their sandwiches and chomped on their crisps. Ronald, on the other hand, boasted loudly about his impeccable shot in Potions that morning. She wanted to shut him up by telling him how the shot had been orchestrated but she wasn't entirely sure it had. No one would believe that Malfoy had willingly put himself in the way.
Throughout the meal, the trio were prohibited from speaking over Ron's loud tone. If they dared utter a word or attempt to speak to each other, Ron would shove his way between them with more words about 'the look on Malfoy's face when it hit him' or 'the trail of slimeit left on his dirty Snake robes'. Hands twitching with the desire to throttle her brother, Cassie stormed up to Defence Against the Dark Arts with the hope that Professor Lupin had recovered from the full moon and was back to teaching.
