Hogwarts Part 22

Will you get the Hogwarts guy of your dreams? Find out in this quiz. Starting in your third year, you will get the opportunity to become friends and more with Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Oliver Wood.

*Recap* Last time you reunited with Oliver yet again, set up the foundations for Dumbledore’s Army with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, and went to the meeting at Hog’s Head. After the meeting you ran into Draco and later discovered that Umbridge had set up a new decree that obliterated the chance of forming the DA, which triggered suspicions of Draco’s guilt.

Created by: music826

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  1. I’m trying to cram quite a bit into this edition, so it might be a little longer than usual. I worked hard on it though, so I hope it meets your expectations :). Oh, and I’m finally at junior level! *does happy dance* Onward, to Hogwarts!
  2. Maybe I should have taken the time to calm down a bit, but I simply stormed down to the Slytherin common room without a moment of hesitation. It took me the entire journey there to realize that I didn’t have the password to get in. But right on cue, Draco came out of the hidden entrance. “You have some explaining to do, Malfoy,” I said dangerously. He looked rather surprised at my appearance. “So I’m back to Malfoy now?” was all he had to say. “Look, Draco-“ I started again. “Draco?” he repeated with a smirk. “Would you prefer Your Highness?” I asked sarcastically. “Well, it wouldn’t hurt,” he said, obviously pleased with his superior skills of annoyance. “You’re trying to distract me. You told me that you weren’t going to tell anyone about Hogsmeade,” I said, my old anger returning again. “I didn’t,” he stated flatly. “Oh, really? Then how did Umbridge find out?” I asked with an accusatory glare. “Well, first, I promised that I wouldn’t tell anyone I saw YOU at the Hog’s Head,” he pointed out. “So you did do it!” I said, jumping to conclusions yet again. “As much as I would love to get Potter in detention, no, I didn’t,” he said, as serious as I had ever seen him. I narrowed my eyes at him suspiciously. Not a smirk in sight. I sighed with the realization that he was probably telling the truth. A feeling of guilt for my accusations immediately followed. “I’m sorry, it just seemed like it was something you would do…” I started apologetically, but he cut me off. “Normally, I would have. But I always keep my promises. To you, anyway,” he said with an arrogant smirk, leaning down to my ear conspiratorially to whisper the last three words. Then he turned around without a word and disappeared down the corridor, once again leaving me to wonder exactly what was hidden behind that arrogant façade of his.
  3. I stood there for a moment, completely deflated from my previous fury. Arianna found me a few minutes later as she was returning to the common room. “Cassandra? What are you doing here?” she asked in surprise. “I can’t come visit you?” I asked with a teasing smile. She grinned. “Of course not. You know us Slytherins. Mere Ravenclaws aren’t worth our time,” she said superiorly. “Actually, I had to talk to a certain Draco Malfoy,” I said, rolling my eyes. She smiled knowingly. “I know what you’re thinking, but it’s not like that!” I insisted. “If you say so,” she said brightly, but I could tell she wasn’t convinced. She let me into the common room and she spent much of the time we spent there prodding me about my so-called love life. As it got darker, I reluctantly returned to Ravenclaw Tower, the excitement of the day gone all too fast.
  4. I fell asleep in the common while trying to finish yet another essay, the coziness of the fireplace inevitably lulling me to sleep. “Cassandra!” an excited voice came from right above me. Shrieking, I fell off the couch I had been curled up on. Oliver’s bleary figure came into focus. “Is there a point to having a door knocker question?” I asked irritably, gathering the fallen pages of my essay. Soon the entire castle would know exactly how to get into our supposedly secure common room. “What are you doing here?” I asked more politely. “Ravenclaw Quidditch tryouts!” he burst out excitedly. “Oh, well, I’m not exactly sure I want to try out…” I trailed off uncertainly. “Come on, Cassandra, you gave to try out. You’re a brilliant Quidditch player,” he said encouragingly, his eyes pleading to me silently. “Well…I guess I haven’t got much to lose. All right,” I said after a few moments, unable to resist his childlike persuasion. He lit up like a Christmas tree and crushed me in a hug. “Brilliant! So I’ll see you on the pitch tonight at seven. Don’t be late!” he called, dashing out of the common room. In an instant, he had turned back into Oliver the Quidditch Captain. I smiled with a shake of my head. He was definitely back to his old self again.
  5. I was all too correct. As soon as I arrived, I wasn’t greeted with the usual warmth I usually received from him. He equipped me with the best school broom he could find and had me practicing flying maneuvers for the next hour or two, correcting every minor mistake I made. Well, so much for being “brilliant”. It was quickly getting darker, and I was desperate to get out of the lesson. “I have a, er, Charms essay to finish. I’m done for today, Oliver,” I said, and he sighed in resignation before letting me head back into the castle.
  6. I bumped straight into Ron, who immediately jumped and hid something behind his back. Despite his efforts, I could clearly see it was a broom. I gave him a quizzical look. “Sneaking around?” I asked jokingly. His ears turned red and he adopted an embarrassed look. “Er…” he trailed off, avoiding my eyes nervously. “Come on, Ron, what are you doing?” I pressed with a teasing smile. “Just going out for a walk,” he said at last. “With your broom,” I said doubtfully. He stayed silent, as if hoping I would see some logic in his reasoning. “You’re going out to the Quidditch pitch at night with a broom. You can’t fool me, Ron. I think you want to try out for the Quidditch team,” I said softly, and he went even pinker. “Why would I do that?” he replied, but it was an obvious cover up. “I think it’s great, Ron. I’ve seen you play with us before. You should definitely try out,” I said encouragingly, and he brightened up considerably. “Yeah…I think I will,” he said, straightening up with a new confidence. I smiled at his significant change in mood. “Well, do you want to go practice? Oliver should be off the pitch by now,” I suggested, and he nodded eagerly. We spent the next half an hour tossing around a Quaffle and chasing my little eagle Felix around the pitch. By the time we reached the grass again, I was breathless and giddy, laughing hysterically for no particular reason. Ron was much in the same state. He clutched his sides, trying to catch his breath. He gave me a grin and collapsed onto the grass. I sat down beside him and propped myself on my elbows, looking up at the dark sky. “Er…Cassandra?” Ron asked in an unusually shy manner. I shifted onto one elbow to face him and indicated for him to go on. “I’ve been meaning to tell you-“
  7. We heard some footsteps approaching from behind, and Ron immediately turned bright red and fell silent. I stiffened up in momentary panic, praying it wasn’t some professor coming to give us detention for staying out late. It wasn’t. “Oh, um, er, sorry. I didn’t realize…I was just looking for Ron. I saw him coming down here a while ago,” Harry said awkwardly, shuffling a few steps away again. “No, it’s all right, Harry. We were just about to head up,” I lied. As much as I wanted to hear what Ron was going to say, it really was getting late. Harry started off the pitch again, clearly feeling uncomfortable, and Ron seemed to have completely lost his words and confidence from before. He opened his mouth and closed it again indecisively. The moment was lost it seemed. “I suppose I’d better get back before someone realizes I’m gone,” I said with a strained smile. The atmosphere had become decidedly tense in comparison to a few minutes ago. “I had fun. We should do this again sometime,” I said, giving him a swift kiss on the cheek before continuing off the field. I couldn’t help but look back. He was standing with a dumbfounded look on his face, fingering his cheek almost in disbelief. I smiled and continued on without another glance back.
  8. The days until tryouts dwindled down quickly until the event was staring me right in the face. I didn’t join Oliver for any more training sessions after my night with Ron, but he did try to shove a few more pointers into my memory the few times I bumped into him. Harry pulled me aside as I was heading down to breakfast. He put something in my hands wordlessly. I looked down at the object, wondering what on earth he had done that time. It was his Firebolt. “Harry, I can’t-“ I started, but he just smiled. “You can’t try out on one of those old school brooms. Take it,” he said gently, curling my fingers around the stick of polished wood. I knew it was one of his most prized possessions. Sure, he wasn’t giving it to me, but it was an enormous gesture regardless. I gave him a tight, grateful hug. “When Ravenclaw wins the Quidditch Cup, you might regret this,” I said with a teasing smile as I pulled back. “Maybe. But it’ll be worth it,” he said, blushing faintly. I gave him a second hug and walked down with him to breakfast, trying to keep the Firebolt hidden away from prying eyes. I hardly touched my small breakfast and soon enough, it was time for tryouts. All of my Gryffindor friends and Padma were watching in the stands, as well as Arianna, the sole exception to the Gryffindor’s dislike for Slytherins. I waited through numerous tryouts for other positions. There were only two others there for Seeker – Cho Chang and an older Ravenclaw boy I had never seen. While the boy simply looked focused, Cho gave me a watery smile. “You’ll do great,” she said, sensing my nervousness. I mumbled a thank you, and suddenly it was time for us to get up in the air.
  9. Roger Davies, the Quidditch Captain, called us over. We did a few flying exercises so he could assess our skills before it was time for the final test. “This is simple. I’ll release the Snitch and whoever manages to catch it first will be the new Seeker,” he said simply, and did just that. After a few moments of waiting for the Snitch to disappear from sight, the chase was on. I had no need to be worried about not being used to the Firebolt; it moved to my every command, shifting almost by telepathy. The hard part was avoiding all of the other obstructions – players, bludgers, and the like. I circled the large area, eyes narrowed in concentration. My two opponents were following the same strategy for the most part, and I suddenly spotted a speck of gold hovering near one of the goal posts. I shot off in that direction without hesitation, accelerating so fast it took my breath away. I headed straight for the tall hoops, avoiding the post with a sideways spin in midair. I quickly recovered from the disorientation and grasped the tiny ball in one hand, making my way triumphantly to the field below. It had all happened so fast I hardly had time to process my victory. As I landed unsteadily on the ground, my friends instantly suffocated me as they offered their congratulations. A moment later, I was announced as Ravenclaw’s new Seeker, though Davies seemed rather shocked someone had bested Cho. Cho gave me whole-hearted congratulations and disappeared, presumably to cry again. I returned Harry’s Firebolt rather reluctantly, suddenly aware of the fact that without it, I might not have made the team. I pushed the thought aside and reveled in the moment with my friends, but a figure caught my eye near the entrance to the pitch. Draco. His eyes locked on mine and he smirked before disappearing around the corner. I had an initial temptation to follow him, but I simply stared after him for a moment before shrugging and turning back to the celebrating group around me. He was probably just spying for his own Quidditch team anyway. Fred and George insisted on carrying me to the Gryffindor common room on their shoulders, and Oliver apologized for his earlier efforts at training me, which I waved off instantly. I spent much of the night with the Gryffindors, playing various games and flipping through a catalog of broomsticks, none of which I could afford easily.
  10. Eventually, the occupants of the common room started disappearing up to their dormitories and I made my way over to Neville, who was bent over a Potions essay. His Mimbulus mimbletonia was on the table beside him. “Hello, Neville,” I said cheerfully, taking a seat. “Oh, hello, Cassandra,” he said, looking relieved to take a break from Potions. I knew he had a certain hatred for it. I delicately pushed his precious plant a few inches away, giving it a distrustful look. Neville noticed and laughed. “It’s not going to explode again, I promise,” he said almost embarrassedly, remembering the incident on the train. “I just want to be safe. Don’t you have an essay to write?” I asked, nudging him playfully. He shot the parchment a reluctant look. “Snape wants two rolls of parchment just for melting another cauldron,” he complained. “What is this, your fiftieth?” I asked with a teasing grin. “Eighth,” he corrected almost indignantly. “Well, either way, I hardly think you deserve it,” I said sympathetically, moving over to help. “So…do you think we’ll be continuing with the DA?” Neville asked, lowering his voice so no one else could overhear. “I don’t know. Maybe if someone can find a place. Since when are you so keen on learning to defend yourself?” I asked curiously. His expression darkened and he closed his textbook suddenly. I was somewhat alarmed at the sudden change in mood. “I’m sorry, Neville, I didn’t mean to offend you…” I tried to amend, but he just gave me a half-hearted smile. “It’s nothing. I’d just better get to bed is all,” he said distantly, heading up the stairs with a distracted look on his face. I watched him go, still rather concerned. Neville wasn’t one to get irritated often, and I hated to think I caused it. My head raging with confused thoughts, I collapsed onto a nearby couch and eventually fell into an uneasy sleep.
  11. Once again, I was woken up rather rudely. The twins’ grinning faces hovered over me. “Morning, sunshine,” Fred said cheerfully, and he and George both took a hold of one of my arms and started ushering me out of the common room again. "What are you doing? I swear, if you're trying to drag me to another date-," I said ominously, but the twins just dragged me steadily along, mischievous grins on their faces. They stopped in an empty classroom and finally let me go again. George presented something with a flourish. It was wrapped in brown paper, but I could already see what it was. My mouth was hanging open in complete astonishment. "What? How? Why?" I said disbelievingly, taking the package delicately. I tore off the paper enough to reveal the engraved words on the handle of the broom, "Nimbus 2001". My breath caught on sight. "Of course, it's no Firebolt-" "But it'll outfly those Cleansweeps any day," George finished. "It's brilliant. But why...?" I asked confusedly. "Well, we had to repay you for your investment in our business-" "and you're a great Quidditch player-" "plus you didn't have a broom-" "so it's yours," George finished off dramatically. I felt an overwhelming urge to squeeze them both to death in gratitude, and I did my best to do just that. "But you've still got no chance against Gryffindor," Fred added as an afterthought. "We'll see about that," I said indignantly. They grinned in unison, and I couldn’t help but return a smile. I ran out to the Quidditch pitch with all of the joy of a child on Christmas Day and flew circles around the pitch, marveling at the fact that I finally had my own broom. The twins stood below, watching me with satisfied looks on their faces. I reluctantly landed and strangled them both with thanks again, already making a mental note to be nicer to them in the future. Life at Hogwarts was finally looking up.
  12. *music826* Well, I hope you enjoyed! I think I managed to fit everyone in for once, and I tried to balance it out between all of the guys the best I could. I already sent a shout-out to @hp4evr, but I feel I have to do it again. Thank you so much for the unwavering support and ideas, and the presence of your awesomeness. :) You have no idea how much it helps when I’m at one of my frequent writing roadblocks. As usual, I don’t have a clear idea of what order most of the events in the book occurred in right now, so I’m just going to make the next edition around the time of Dumbledore’s Army. Until next time :)

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