Hogwarts Part 42

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, George Weasley, and Oliver Wood.

*Recap* Oliver admitted he loved you, Ron got poisoned, Gryffindor lost a Quidditch game, and Draco was still being all suspicious. Ron broke up with Lavender and it's a couple weeks off of the final Quidditch match now.

Created by: music826

  1. Just a few days before the big Quidditch match against Gryffindor, I decided to take a walk around the castle to sort out my thoughts. I walked along the corridor quietly, skimming my fingers along the stone absentmindedly. I wasn't going anywhere in particular, but I turned out to be in the exact place I needed to be at that time.
  2. My thoughts were interrupted quite subtly. I could hear talking coming from somewhere farther off. I couldn't hear what was being said, so I started moving along at a faster pace, still being careful to make my footsteps soft and undetectable. When I was just a few feet away, another almost imperceptible sound reached my ears. It sounded as if someone was crying. Not the wailing that was frequently emitted from Moaning Myrtle, but the sound of a silent plea for help. I crept forward curiously, inevitably drawn towards the entrance to the bathroom. "It's not working. But if I don't do it, he'll...he'll kill me." Moaning Myrtle said something semi-comforting in response, but I was focused on the other voice. My heart started pounding a little faster. I knew exactly who was there. I entered with hardly a sound, but my footsteps faltered and then stopped as I caught sight of the source of the crying. Draco was standing at a sink, hands braced against each edge. His face was gaunt and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked utterly defeated. It was such a change from the confidence and arrogance he usually exuded I was stopped dead in my tracks. It was too late, however. He caught sight of me in the mirror. In an instant, his face contorted into an expression of fury and he had the point of his wand trained on my chest.
  3. I instinctively took a step back. "Draco, I...I just want to know what's going on," I pleaded. His expression softened a bit, but his eyes were still conflicted. After a moment, he slowly lowered his wand. "Just stay out of this, Cassandra. You don't know what you're dealing with," he said quietly. "I'm not just going to leave you like this, Draco. You're hardly in class, you're always sneaking about in the castle, and you hardly ever talk to me anymore. I want some answers, and I know you have them," I said, lifting up my chin to stare into his eyes as if I possessed some magical persuasion powers. "You don't want them. Trust me," he said flatly. "Draco, I don't care what you've gotten yourself into. There's always a way out," I insisted. He just shook his head as if I didn't understand anything. "You don't understand what's...what's at risk here. If I don't go through with this..." he trailed off, teetering on the edge of revealing something. "If you don't go through with this...?" I urged him gently. "I'll die. And you...you'll die, too," he stated as if it were just a simple fact of life.
  4. I was momentarily stunned into silence. "Why me?" I asked in confusion. "Isn't it obvious? I don't care about much, but you...they can use you against me," he explained in a pained voice. "And that's why you have to stay out of this," he added, apparently realizing he was saying too much. "No. If that's true, then I'm involved too," I said defiantly. He sighed exasperatedly and ran a hand through his hair. "Cassandra..." he started tiredly. "No," I repeated. "You know, I was wrong about you. You never belonged in Slytherin. You're too good for people like me," he said with a dry laugh. "Not all Slytherins have to be Death Eaters," I said quietly, and reached for his left arm. He flinched back instinctively, but then held it out to me after a moment.
  5. I pulled back his sleeve and stared at the Dark Mark branded into his skin. It wasn't a surprise at that point, but just the sight of it filled my eyes with involuntary tears. Draco waited for my reaction anxiously. It certainly wasn't something he was expecting. I wrapped my arms around his waist and rested my head on his chest. "I'm sorry," I whispered, starting to connect the dots surrounding the entire mystery. He didn't respond but simply tilted my chin up and leaned down to press his lips firmly against mine. I didn't try to resist; the feeling was mutual. I pulled him tighter against me, feeling the warmth of his body and the security it brought. I felt my arms move up to loop around his neck. He pulled away briefly, and I could feel his warm, fresh breath on my face. His eyes searched my face and time seemed to stand still for a second. "I love you," he said in a low voice.
  6. I didn't get the chance to reply. Draco was staring at something behind me, a suddenly murderous light in his eyes replacing the happiness that had been there a moment previously. He roughly pushed me to the side and whipped out his wand. Harry, green eyes flashing with a mutual hatred, had his wand pointed at his sworn enemy from the entrance of the bathroom. He glanced over at me but then kept his eyes trained on Draco. "Get out of here!" he yelled at me, before narrowly dodging a spell Draco had just shot at him. I took a hesitant step towards the door, but I couldn't just leave them. I didn't trust that both of them would come out unscathed if I did. I pulled out my own wand, and then put my arms over my head as one of Harry's spells hit a pipe overhead, raining water down onto the floor. I took a few steps towards the battle again, trying to figure out how to stop them before they killed each other. "Guys, stop!" I tried feebly, ducking behind a sink to avoid another curse. "Get out of here!" Draco shouted, repeating Harry's warning. "You're better than this!" I tried again. The duel raged on. "Sectumsempra!" Harry exclaimed, a jet of light heading straight for Draco. Somehow, I knew it wouldn't miss. In a brash split-second decision, I leapt out from my sanctuary and let the spell hit me head-on. As I sprawled onto the wet floor, I could feel gashes opening all over my body. Then pain. So much pain. I dazedly wondered what the murky red substance swirling in the water was. I heard Harry and Draco exchange a shout or two, and then footsteps splashed out the door. A figure kneeled down next to me and clutched my hand. "Hang on, Cassandra," Draco pleaded with me. I tried to fight it, but I soon faded into unconsciousness.
  7. *music826* This edition was quite short, but I wanted to cut it off there. I can't say this was hard for me to write, but the emotion was kind of unfamiliar for me to portray. I'm a complete amateur in the department of romance. So, let me know what you thought! Until next time :)

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