Cassandra
I found my way to a compartment only to find a couple of clueless first years laughing among themselves. They all snapped their heads at me the second I showed up at the door.
"Out, now," I demanded, a smirk creeping my lips as I watched their small bodies run away, leaving me alone.
I relaxed in the compartment, my eyes following the golden trio from the window. Three smiles on three faces as they walked beside each other into the train. I snickered at the sight of them.
I heard Hermiones voice telling Ron to walk faster as they passed my compartment, followed by Draco Malfoys voice.
"Find a compartment, Goyle," he demanded to his boulder of a friend.
Draco Malloy, the only person I hated in this world. The only person who was just as miserable as me.
I was ashamed of myself for even calling him a friend just five years ago. I reminisced to my first year when I walked into this same train only to be left heartbroken, alone in a compartment.
The day Draco Malloy decided he no longer wanted to be my bestfriend.
My compartment door flew open causing me to snap my head at it like the 1st years had just a few minutes ago, and then my eyes met his. The cold, silver eyes piercing my brown, fiery ones.
"What are you doing in here, Castro?" he spat.
"It's almost as if we go to the same school, Malfoy." I clenched my jaw, breaking our gaze.
"Leave."
I laughed at his foolishness.
"If you don't leave this compartment right this instant Castro I-"
"What? You'll tell your daddy?" I snickered, meeting his eyes once again. He clenched his jaw in annoyance and I couldn't help but feel joyful at the satisfaction that came with him being frustrated, though it was quiet easy.
"Draco, all the compartments are full." His minion, Crabbe informed him. They turned to me. I used my wand to quickly close and lock my compartment. In their dreams would they sit here.
Draco used Alohomora and quickly slid into the seat across from me. I rolled my eyes as the rest of his slaves followed him.
"Don't act like I want to sit here with you, Castro," Draco reassured me.
"The feeling is mutual, ferret," I snapped.
"Don't talk to Drakey that way, Castro." Pansy whined from beside him. I couldn't help but bring my hand to my face as I laughed. I hadn't genuinely laughed in a while.
"Drakey? You've got yourself a girlfriend, Malfoy?" I laughed mercilessly.
"Stop mocking me Castro, you're just jealous." Her annoyingly high pitched voice exclaimed. I stopped laughing and looked down.
"You're right," I said, earning wide eyes from all of them. I looked up, making eye contact with Draco. "It's true, I never wanted to admitted it but I've always been in love with a ferret." I managed to say without laughing.
They rolled their eyes at me as I laughed continuously.
"You're so exhausting to be around," Draco insulted.
"Don't act like I hadn't brought your hopes up a few seconds ago, Malfoy." I sneered making him look away.
"Piss off," he hissed.
I chuckled, suddenly feeling tired. I lay my head on the back of my seat hoping this train ride would be over by the time I opened my eyes.
Draco
I cursed at the familiar feeling of fluster that came with her sly remarks and sarcasm. I told myself I was glad we weren't close anymore, but I've always been a liar. I glanced her way a few times, her cunning personality magically dies down when she sleep. She looks peaceful even. I rolled my eyes, annoyed at all the memories of us as kids flooding my head. If I ever owned the power of speaking to my 10 year old self saying that Cassandra hated me, he would've laughed. But I'm not 10 anymore and it's not funny, because it's true.
"Drakey were here!" Pansy sang causing me to snap back to reality.
"I'll meet you there," I said blankly. After they walked off I fixated my sight on her once again. I sighed.
"Cass"
I gasped quietly at what had come out of my mouth. I sighed in relief that she was still sleeping, unwilling to find out what she would say if I ever called her that again. I hesitated waking her. I raised my hand to shake her awake but quickly pulled it back, not knowing if it was alright to touch her.
I cleared my throat, "We're here, Castro," I stated sternly.
She gently moved in place.
"Your snores are impossible to ignore."
Once I saw her eyes flicker open I turned to walk away.
"Malfoy," she half whispered causing me to turned toward her once again. I saw her hesitate, "did- did you just call me Cass?" she asked softly with a confused look on her face.
"Are you mad? How could you ever think i'd be friendly towards you. You disgust me Castro," I spat at her as I watched her face soften which made my stomach turn. She opened her mouth but quickly closed it.
"I hate you, Draco Malfoy, more than anything."
"Likewise."
***
I stormed past Draco with a frown. I undoubtedly heard him call me Cass, the nickname he had for me when we were kids. I shrugged it off and headed to the Dining Hall. Everyone had smiles on their faces, except for me. I looked around as laughter echoed through the hall. I kept my head down and headed to the Slytherin common room, eager to get away.
As I rapidly walked away, I bumped into someone.
"Will you watch where you're going?" I uttered quietly, without catching their gaze.
"Hey there."
I looked up to see Cedric Diggory, he was a 6th year.
"Why're you in such a hurry?" he asked.
I wasn't going to say the truth of course. I wasn't going to say that I wanted to get to my room and sit by myself because I had no friends, so instead I said, "I'm exhausted."
Just my luck, Draco appeared right next to me.
"Funny, you slept most of the way here, it's highly likely she's going to her room to be alone, given she doesn't have any friends. Isn't that right Castro?" Draco sneered.
"I'm sure Parkinson is waiting Drakey, wouldn't want to keep you too long," I teased. His smile dropped as he rolled his eyes and walked away.
"Drakey?" Cedric questioned.
"Oh, it's what Parkinson calls him. I just think it's funny so I tease him with the name. I'm not his girlfriend or anything," I rambled with flustered cheeks.
Cedric laughed, "Are you always like this?" he asked with a grin.
"Never," I said, smiling slightly.
"I could walk you to your common room," he offered.
"I can find the way, thanks." I smirked as I started walking away.
"Hold on!" I heard Cedric call out to me.
"Let me walk you," he insisted.
"Well, I suppose I can't really stop you," I joked as I dragged my feet away from the Dining Hall with Cedric following behind.
Draco
I promised myself that when we went into school I wouldn't talk to her. But like i've said before, i've always been a liar.
I saw her walk away with Diggory. I sighed trying to think of an excuse as to why I would follow. I huffed as my legs led me toward them.
"Only the first day and you're already spreading your legs? Potter next?" I challenged.
"What did you just say Malfoy?" Diggory yelled, running towards me.
"Just saying, i'd use a rubber if I were you mate. Wouldn't want to catch anything!" I grinned. I knew it would hurt her, maybe that's why I said it.
"I'm going to kill you!" Cedric threatened with his wand to my face.
"Just some friendly advise," I smirked, making eye contact with Cass. She kept quiet which meant I had gone too far. My face softened as I saw a tear prickling her eye.
"Just leave it, Cedric," she said with a voice crack. She soon ran toward the common room without looking back.
"What is wrong with you, Malfoy?" Diggory asked and if his wand wasn't to my face I'd think he genuinely want an answer. I shrugged, quickly walking back to the dining hall.
I sat next to Pansy, listening to her ramble on about her summer, until I heard Diggory calling my name. With a blink he was right next to me and by the time I knew it, his fist was connected to my jaw. He threw me to the ground and it felt as if the punches wouldn't stop until it all went black.
Cassandra
How could he? I asked myself as my shaky hands stroked my hair out of my face. Draco acts as if he doesn't know who I am when in reality, he knows me best in this entire school. Or at least knew me, I reminded myself. I tried shrugging it off but my mind still lingered on the way he looked at me. As if someone was forcing him to say all those despicable things to me. I lay on my bed forcing my eyes closed as a few tears slipped my eyes, sealing them shut.
