October 12th 2021
Cassie was met with a rather tragic sight when she came into the common room. It was late, way past curfew, but as Head Girl she was more than allowed to wander as she liked.
Her little brother was crying in the arms of his best friend, Albus Potter. Cassie felt the familiar anger surge inside of her. She had witnessed her brother being bullied for years, tried her very best to stop it, but nothing had worked. She had hoped that things would be better now, they had been for a while.
"Who do I have to kill?" She asked sharply and stalked over to the two boys. Albus looked up but Scorpius kept his head buried in the other boy's neck.
"My brother this time, I think," Albus grumbled. Cassie glared at the two boys for not telling her anything else.
"What the fuck did Potter do?" She demanded, just as sharply. James Potter was a pain in her ass, always had been. The smug, self-satisfied, little gryffindor-weirdo had gotten on her nerves from the moment she laid eyes on him.
"It's... complicated," the black-haired boy hesitated.
"She's going to find out within tomorrow anyway," Scorpius whined into Albus' neck. Cassie's eyebrows shot up and she watched the boy comforting her brother tug his lip in between his teeth in hesitance.
"Scorpius and I... we're kind of together... like he's my boyfriend. And we told your father, and my family but... but my family thought it was open news and told my siblings as well... James didn't take it very well and he... he cornered Scor after dinner..." Albus fell quiet and Cassie had to glare at him for a few moments before he continued. "He said that Scor was only tricking me, nothing more than expected from a Malfoy. He said Scor would never be welcomed into the family and just... a lot of awful things."
"He called mother a Death Eater. Indirectly but..." Scorpius murmured low, still hiding his face. Cassie nodded slowly, schooling her face to look neutral rather than show the rage she was truly feeling.
"What does the Potter's say to this news?" She asked, a little wary. Albus sucked his lip into his mouth again and Scorpius body made a shiver.
"They hate me," her brother wailed. Cassie rolled her eyes at her dramatic brother.
"They do not. But... well... mom isn't very thrilled and she said some things in a letter, Scor saw that too of course..."
Cassie stood up quickly.
"Scorpius, let your big sister handle this. I support you and whatever you two get up to, just so you know. If you ever need anything, just ask." Awkwardly she patted her brother's shoulder and gave Albus a smile that probably looked like a grimace. Cassie wasn't exactly good at showing affection that way, she showed it by bringing down the people that hurt her friends and family.
That night she constructed a letter to Mr and Mrs Potter. She poured as much of her coldness into it.
October 13th 2021
"POTTER!" She yelled. She felt Albus jump beside her, but she didn't spare him a look.
"Cassie, don't!" Scorpius hissed.
She walked across the corridor to where the Gryffindor had stopped and turned to her. James wore a smug grin, his ridiculous hair all over the place.
"Well well, girl-Malfoy. What do I owe-" his voice faltered and his grin died down when he realized she didn't slow down. Her fist collided with his face and the corridor went eerily silent.
James looked up, holding his jaw with wide eyes. He was about to say something when she pulled her wand and pointed it at him.
"You dare to speak to my brother like that? I will fucking end you Potter!" She told him dangerously. She flipped her wand around and kneed him in the guts. James regained his balance quickly and she felt his fist connect with her face. Cassie stumbled backwards and spat the blood out of her mouth.
After that they started firing hexes instead. That was of course until Headmistress McGonagall put an end to it. She told them both to come with her and she proceeded to scold them both all the way to her office. Cassie kept sending James glares, and he returned them with passion.
"Cassiopeia Malfoy," McGonagall began. She quietly grumbled out don't call me that, but the headmistress paid her no mind. "You're Head Girl!" She looked down at her hands. "And James Potter! Quidditch Captain..." McGonagall's face paled when she said those words and she pressed her lips together into a thin line.
There was a knock on the door and the headmistress called to come in. Cassie refused to turn around, but James did, uncivilized as he was.
"Dad?" He asked and Cassie felt her face grow hot for a second. If Harry Potter was there, surely her father was too. She schooled her expression once more and crossed her arms and legs.
"Mr Potter, Mr Malfoy," McGonagall greeted them, not very warmly. "I've been struck with a sudden deja vu, and I refuse to deal with the situation on my own."
When Cassie looked up the two older men had taken a seat on the side of McGonagall's desk, so they could inspect their children.
"James," Mr Potter began, his eyes darting from Cassie's face to his son's. She wondered briefly how bad her face looked, a split lip definitely.
"Cassiopeia Astoria Malfoy," her father drawled. "Engaging in muggle fist fights like some sort of savage." Her eyes snapped up to her father's and she heard James snort beside her.
"I will tear you the fuck apart!" She hissed at James, although she was fairly certain everyone in the room heard it.
"I'd like to see you try," he taunted and Cassie snapped. After everything he had said and done. She threw herself from her chair and knocked his over. Everyone shrieked in difference tones, but Cassie didn't even get a punch in before she was dragged away by magic and placed back in her chair.
"Miss Malfoy, I will deduct your title as Head Girl if I see you engage in another fight with Mr Potter," McGonagall said sternly. Cassie felt a pool of ice wash over her stomach. "Now, explain yourselves!"
"Well, I was minding my own business, just walking from breakfast when the blonde snake screams my name like it's her favorite word in the universe." James turned to her to give her a dazzling smile that Cassie ignored steadily. "She just walks up to me and punches me in the face. I don't even fight back until she knees me in the stomach as well. A boy gotta defend himself, am I right Minnie?" James leaned closer and dropped his voice.
"I think I just threw up in my mouth," Cassie muttered and James scowled at her. "I think you neglected to mention the part where you harassed my brother for his choice of boyfriend. Oh and called my mother a Death Eater, indirectly but..."
"James!" Mr Potter's voice was stern and cut his son off immediately. "Not another word."
"Oh, Auror Potter, you've been so quiet I almost didn't see you there." She sent him a cold smile. "I wrote a letter for you and your lovely wife." Cassie stood up and retrieved the letter from the inside of her robes. "Just a little reminder of exactly how fond we all are of our families, and how they should be treated with respect." Mr Potter took the letter with a scowl on his face.
"You will sit down and shut your mouth this instance," her father ordered angrily. She did as said but watched how Mr Potter put the letter inside his robes.
McGonagall cleared her throat impatiently. "Mr Potter, Miss Malfoy. You two will be serving detention every Friday until Christmas. And 40 points taken from both Gryffindor and Slytherin."
Cassie felt James' eyes bore into her cheek but she refused to look at the boy.
"Mr Potter, same goes for you. If I see you in a fight with Miss Malfoy again, you'll lose your quidditch team. Same goes for harassing Mr Malfoy." McGonagall had spoken and shooed them all from the office. She needed a minute she said.
"Cassiopeia!" Her father said coldly. She turned towards him slowly, not ready to face his wrath. "Is it true? He harassed Scorpius? And about Astoria?"
"Of course it is. I might not like Potter very much, but I don't get into physical fights with the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain if I'm not very angry," she drawled at him, crossing her arms again. Her father sighed and drew his wand. Draco tapped it lightly over her jaw and lip, and she felt how it healed.
"We have a reputation to maintain. I know how you feel, and I understand, but please don't ruin this. You know what we have is fragile as it." When she nodded Draco patted her head lightly and awkwardly.
October 13th 2021 (Harry Potter's POV)
Dear Mr and Mrs Potter
I'm writing about your son's newly found relationship with my brother. What concerns me the most is the disturbing things I've heard about your reaction to it. It has come to my attention that you do not trust my little brother. I can assure you, Scorpius Malfoy is a Hufflepuff at heart. He's kind, loving, caring and loyal. But I'm not. Rest assured, I would never harm a hair on Albus' head. Despite what you might think I'm not really into torturing children, dark magic, or getting ugly tattoos of snakes and skulls on my arm. But if you accuse my brother of disgusting things again -and if you can't keep your oldest son on a leash- you'll hurt Albus enough yourself. He'll choose not to be with you anymore, because hurting one of them is hurting the other. I'm sure you're familiar with the concept of love, how silly of me to explain it so childishly.
Also I'll get really angry if you upset my little brother. While Scorpius takes after mother, I take after father. Keep in mind I'm only 17, just the right time to make some bad decisions about my life...
Lots of love and kisses
Harry and Ginny stared down at the letter. So formal, yet informal. So passive aggressive. Harry could tell this Cassie Malfoy took after her father more, she was nothing like Scorpius seemed to be.
"Look, I think James angered her a lot. Apparently he accused Astoria Malfoy of being a Death Eater and well..." Harry made a face and saw how Ginny winced. They were both familiar with the tragic end of Draco Malfoy's wife not so long ago. "And I think she got an earful from Malfoy, so maybe not rush to the manor and yell at him..."
"I wasn't going to..." Ginny began. A small grin spread over her lips. "That's one brave little Slytherin, sending this letter to an auror."
"I think cocky would be the better word, honestly," Harry said with a chuckle and then kissed his wife's cheek softly. "I liked her. You should've seen the speed at which she attacked our son." He winked at Ginny and she made an amused scowl, if that was even possible.
October 15th 2021
Cassie's hand was aching from writing the all the lines. Such an old-fashioned detention; writing lines. She scoffed to herself.
"Could you shut up? Your breathing is irritating me," James snapped from beside her. McGonagall made a noise of disapproval. Cassie glared at James from the corner of her eyes and returned to her writing.
"Potter, Malfoy." McGonagall made a heavy sigh at their names. "Your detention is over. Next week." She stood up and grabbed their parchments. Cassie stood up as well, giving the headmistress a nod before making it to the door. Outside James grabbed her arm.
"I will not lose the quidditch team because of you," he said quietly and threatening. She gave him a look of cold amusement.
"Don't worry. As long as you keep inside the lines you won't get any trouble from me," She drawled.
"Bitch," he muttered and turned around to leave.
"That's queen bitch to you," she muttered after him. He made a sound of amusement but didn't turn around. She walked back to her common room.
November 5th 2021
"This is all your fault, you know," James growled angrily at her as they polished the crystal balls in the divination classroom. She glared at him.
"That's debatable," she muttered and moved on to the next one. Her elbow bumped into James' arm and they both moved away from each other as much as they could.
"Nah, I'm pretty sure you're the one who punched me in the face, queen bitch," he took careful means to emphasize the queen-part.
"You said dumb things. I was only looking out for my family. Like you wouldn't have hexed me if I had gone off at Albus," she said angrily. "And my mother was not-"
"Look, I'm sorry about that," he cut her off. "I was way out of line with that, I know. I'm sorry." It sounded as if the apology physically hurt him to speak up.
"Fine," she muttered low and finished polishing the last crystal ball. They both stood up straighter and locked eyes for a second.
James Potter had deep brown eyes, she noticed. She knew Albus had green eyes, like his father. James' were more expressive, she knew that if needed she would be able to read his every intention through those eyes. Her eyes drifted over him for a second, taking in the freckled, dark skin of his face, the straight nose and plump lips. His hair was messy and dark, but it had red in it, she knew. The red was only visible in the sunlight though, like when he was playing quidditch.
Cassie turned around to leave for the Slytherin common rooms and she heard James follow her down the trap door. They silently walked beside each other through some corridors.
"I'll see you next week," he said awkwardly.
"Or, you know, in charms on Monday," she muttered. He made a noise but she ignored him and kept on walking towards the common rooms.
Later the same day
"Has my brother driven you to madness yet?" Albus asked her when she sunk down in the common room couch next to her brother and his boyfriend. She sighed heavily and pulled her hair out from the bun she had tied it into.
"He's quite decent when he doesn't open his mouth," she admitted tiredly. Cassie stared into the fire and then closed her eyes. Her fingers were dry as bone from the polish.
"Couldn't agree more," Albus mumbled. "You know... Lily says he's got a crush on you." Cassie opened one eye and peered at Albus. Scorpius was watching her, his lips twitching.
"Of course he does, I'm irresistible," she drawled. She then closed her eyes again. James Potter having a crush on her? Well then he should probably have done something other than insult her family.
"It's true. Apparently there was this party after they won some quidditch game, and he drunkenly confessed to it during a party game. Though no one's really allowed to speak of anything that was said, but you know Lily." Not really.
"Well if he wanted to gain my affection he shouldn't have insulted my family and messed up my pretty face with his gigantic fucking fist," she muttered, starting to get ticked off. "Plus, wouldn't that be like incest?" Cassie opened her eyes and turned to her brother, making a face.
"Al and I aren't exactly married," Scorpius laughed. She rolled her eyes at him and brought her hands up to her face.
"Well, James Potter can pull his head out of his ass to start with. I'm going to bed." She stood up and smoothed out the robes. "Oh, have anyone ever talked to you two about sex?" Cassie watched in delight as the boys' faces turned deep red.
"Cassie!" Scorpius scolded.
"I'm mostly joking, but I'm also serious. Have anyone ever talked to you about it? I mean, preparations, lube, all of it?"
"Actually... James forced me to listen to a lecture," Albus mumbled, his voice low in embarrassment.
"And I've done research," Scorpius whispered.
"Good," she muttered. Fucking James. He managed to be a responsible sibling before her.
December 10th 2021
"You talked to Albus about gay sex?" She asked James as they coordinated all the books. There was a loud thump when James dropped the book he was holding.
"Why the hell do you want to know that?" He squeaked out. Cassie rolled her eyes at him, but he probably didn't see it. She handed him a book to go in his side of the bookcase.
"I offered to talk to them, but Albus said you had already done so. How much do you know about gay sex?" She asked him.
"How much do you know about it?" He countered quickly. She sighed and fought the urge to roll her eyes again. Cassie feared her eyes might get stuck in an awkward position if she kept rolling them every time James Potter said something stupid.
"I have gay friends that overshare disturbingly much," she admitted.
"So do I," he replied. "I'm not gay... or anything. No... straight, straight as a broom!"
"Potter, brooms have curves," Cassie drawled, again trying not to roll her eyes.
"Right. Bad metaphor," he mumbled.
They fell quiet and kept working with the books. When they finished they separated outside the door.
"Next time is the last, isn't?" James asked, pushing his hands down into his pockets.
"I don't know about you, but I usually remember when Christmas starts," she said drily. This time James rolled his eyes at her.
"See you Monday," he called and held a hand up in a friendly wave, that left her a little shocked.
December 17th 2021
"Last detention!" James cheered. Cassie crossed her arms and kept her eyes steadily on the headmistress instead.
"I doubt it, mr Potter," she said, a special twinkle in her eye. Cassie wanted to groan. The headmistress had such a soft spot for her messy Gryffindor boys.
"Don't you start with me Minnie," he sweet-talked her.
"This time I want you to write some things." She handed out a parchment and a quill with ink. "I want you to write down three things you like about the other, one thing you admire, two reasons as to why you started fighting and why those reasons provoked you so much. Then read it to the other and you're done."
Cassie blinked helplessly at McGonagall while she strode out through the door. When it slammed shut she turned to James slowly, whom was still staring at it. After a while he turned to her as well.
"Get to work, Malfoy," he commanded and took a seat quickly. His cheeks were a bit darker than usual and he hunched over his parchment as if she was going to steal it.
Cassie let out a deep sigh and sat down at another desk. Gripping her quill she looked down at the parchment and thought.
1. You insulted my brother.
- I would bite the head off anyone who did, so you got off lucky.
2. You implied my mother was a Death Eater.
- She was in fact, not. Considering the fact that she's dead, it's kind of a touchy subject.
Those were the easy things. What did she like about James Potter? She stole a glance at him, and realized he was already looking at her. His cheeks turned darker again and he looked away quickly.
2. Had the sex talk with my brother's boyfriend.
3. Isn't a prat when quiet.
Cassie looked at the list and quickly changed the order she had put them down in. Then she realized she would have to remove eyes, that couldn't be there without her sounding like a complete creep.
Now what did she admire about him? Easy.
Cassie grinned down at her list and looked up at James. He made a little nod and she nodded back. She turned around in her seat and he did the same, so they were facing each other.
"You start," he muttered. She allowed herself to roll her eyes at the pouting face he was sporting, but read of her list. Horrified she realized she had left his eyes on the list, but she couldn't come up with something new on the spot. She would've hoped he didn't realize she said it, but he most defiantly did.
"Well... I like your hair," he started. Instinctively she touched her hair a little. "And that you stand up for you brother, even if it didn't turn to my favor this time..." James made a little laugh. "And uhm, I like how accepting of Al you are." He whispered the last part and blushed badly. Apparently the Potter's weren't much better than the Malfoy's with showing affection for one's family. "I admire your grades." Cassie understood that one. "And well... you punched me, so I defended myself. I insulted your brother, because... well because I think my own brother deserves the absolute best."
"What the f-"
"No one's ever going to be enough, Malfoy. You have to understand that, right? He's my baby brother, and no one's ever going to be good enough for him, according to my standards." James blushed again and looked down at his lap. Cassie sighed deeply.
"They're not exactly getting married, you know," she echoed her brother's words. He chuckled low and shook his head.
"You don't think they will?"
Cassie was taken aback by that. She had never considered that it might be more than a fling. Sure, they were friends. Friends sometimes tried to be more, it rarely worked out. But Scorpius and Albus has always been more than regular friends. She had seen it coming, of course, but again, she never considered deeper feelings.
"Albus told me he's in love with him."
Cassie's breath hitched in her throat.
"They're in love?" She squeaked out. "But they're 15." James laughed at her, not in a demeaning way. "Shit..."
"Tell me about it. Well, ready to go?" James nodded towards the door and she nodded. They walked slowly and in silence towards the doors of the classroom. Once they stood outside Cassie turned towards the dungeons. "Wait!" She froze in her steps. "You wanna go out flying?"
"It's past curfew, Potter," she said while turning back to face him.
"Luckily I would be bringing the Head Girl with me," he grinned wickedly. Cassie tilted her head, weighing pros and cons silently. "You admire my quidditch playing, obviously, so I'll teach you some."
She wanted to blush, but schooled her expression quickly, suppressing the pinky shades on her cheeks.
"I usually play beater you know, not chaser."
"Is that a yes?"
"If you get me in trouble I will bring you down," she threatened but then walked closer to him. He grinned and they began walking towards the gates.
Once they got on the brooms she shivered. Cassie was not dressed for flying in December, that much was clear. She quickly cast a warming charm, which only helped some.
"Now, this is quaffle," James said carefully. She looked up to see him grinning mischievously at her, holding the ball. Making a show of being careful he threw it to her. Cassie caught it and pelted it back to him, hitting him square in the chest.
"I know what a quaffle is you prat!" She shouted and he laughed. It was quite contagious and she couldn't help but giggle low.
They played for quite some time. James ranging from being ridiculously careful just to spite her, to him (definitely) bragging. Cassie had never laughed so much in the company of James Potter. It was refreshing, and a bit terrifying.
When they landed on the pitch, she was freezing. James put the brooms back and then pulled out a thick cloak from a bag he had slung over his shoulder. She began protesting when he covered both of them with it, but when he pulled the hood over her face she understood.
"You absolute prat! An invisibility cloak?" She scolded him, turning to look up at the tall boy. He grinned.
"Oh yes. I saw you neglecting your prefect duties last year in favor of snogging Johnson," James said and Cassie blushed, not able to fight it anymore.
"Let's get a move on," she quickly said, hoping he only saw the snogging and left after that, otherwise he would have a pretty clear image of what she looked like naked.
They walked quietly, pressed together tightly under the cloak. It was nice, because he was so warm, that was the only reason of course. She was freezing and he was warm. How could he possible be warm?
"You make a fair chaser, actually," he whispered to her. She nodded a little, looking around every second. Things looked so different from inside the cloak.
"Well I am a wonder to be reckoned with," she mumbled, looking at the paintings. He chuckled low, his entire body moving against her.
"You defiantly have some Gryffindor in you," he said.
"That was the absolute perfect time for you to do the pick-up line," she said with a startled laugh. Then, of course, what she said caught up with her.
"The what?" He asked curiously.
"Oh you know. You should've asked me if I had any Gryffindor in me, and when I said no, you'd ask if I wanted some." She looked up at him and wiggled her eyebrows. It took two seconds for James to get it, but then he covered his mouth with his hand to stop the laughter. She saw how his eyes turned wet from the effort of containing his laughter.
They stopped so he could gather himself. Once James had calmed down they began walking slowly again.
"That's perfect, I have to use that one. How about this... did it hurt?" He asked happily. She gave him a dejected glare. "When you fell from heaven?" James grinned widely.
"No, but a broke nail when I scratched my way out of hell," she retorted. James let out a laugh and then quickly covered his mouth again. Worriedly Cassie looked around and then erected a silencing charm quickly. "I'm hilarious, I know. Laugh it out, we're safe now."
"I never knew Slytherins could be so fun," he said cheerfully. She made a frown at him.
"We are the superior species," she drawled cockily. James shook his head at her, still chuckling low. They began moving again and were soon in the dungeons. Outside the portrait of Salazar Slytherin they stopped.
"I'll see you on the train back, I suppose," he whispered. "And thanks for flying with me." The boy's lips spread into a small smile.
"It was my pleasure," she replied and began fumbling for the opening of the invisibility cloak.
"You..." He began. "Would you want to do it again, perhaps?" She stopped fumbling with cloak and looked back up at him. "Maybe over Christmas break?"
They were awfully close, though he was so much taller than her. Her face was almost pressed into his chest and their feet were touching.
"Send me an owl," she whispered back to him. Her neck hurt a little from having to look up so violently. He nodded and she felt warm fingers brushing against her own.
"I will." James leaned closer, and for a moment Cassie thought he would kiss her, but his lips pressed against her cheek. It was quick and chaste, and his lips were cold and chapped. "See you Malfoy." James grinned and opened the cloak for her.
She stepped out and he disappeared from view. A small smile spread over her lips but she schooled down her features when she remembered he could still be around. Quietly she told Salazar the password and was let inside the common room.
December 21st 2021
"Guess what?" Scorpius asked happily as he strode into the kitchen. Cassie and her father both raised their eyebrows at him. "Albus says that Mr and Mrs Potter have invited all of us to dinner."
Cassie choked on her coffee, the hot liquid going up her nose. Her father on the other hand inhaled some breadcrumbs and was sent into a coughing fit.
"You two are the worst," Scorpius said moodily and sat down at the table to wait for them to calm down. He had buttered two toasts before either of the Malfoy's could speak again. "In two days."
"Ah, the truce," Cassie said sarcastically.
"I will bet you this entire house that it was not your letter that inspired them," her father said sternly. She snorted and took another sip of the coffee. Draco was still in a bad mood over it, mostly because he had no idea what it had said. Though, since the Potter's hadn't cursed him yet, he had come to the conclusion that it wasn't that bad.
"I don't write to inspire, I write to frighten."
December 23d 2021
"Could you two... I don't know... act normal?" Scorpius asked when they were all standing outside the door of the Potter house. Cassie blinked, and so did her father. Without a word she pushed the back of his head, messing up his hair. Quickly she knocked on the door, so he wouldn't have time to fix it before someone opened.
The door opened seconds later, and of fucking course it was James Potter who did so. His eyes widened a little when he looked at her.
"Malfoy," he made a nod to her, a small smile. "Scorpius. Mr Malfoy, sir. Come on in." James moved away and they all walked inside.
Scorpius was immediately engulfed in a hug by his boyfriend, they shared a quick and chaste kiss. Mr and Mrs Potter appeared, along with Lily.
"Draco," Mr Potter said, his voice a bit too tense. The two shook hands, an uncomfortable feeling in the air. Her father kissed Mrs Potter's hand and then acknowledged the other's lightly.
"Auror Potter," Cassie said with a nod. When he looked at her his lips twitched upwards. She held her face neutral and turned towards his wife. "Mrs Potter. Lily." She made curt nods. "Al, when you're finished sticking your tongue down my brother's throat, maybe a hello?"
Albus stepped to the side, no longer hidden behind Scorpius. He grinned and walked closer, to her surprise pulling her into a hug. Albus was tall, she realized, almost as tall as James.
"He's been talking about you," he whispered in her ear. Cassie could feel her face burn hot and she pushed him away lightly. She made a face as if to as really, and he nodded enthusiastically.
"I also want a hug," James suddenly exclaimed and before she could register it, she found herself wrapped up completely in James Potter. Her arms hung loosely by her sides and when he pulled away she knew her face showed utter shock and confusion.
"Right. Cosy," she mumbled and offered him her hand instead.
"So stiff, Malfoy," he grinned and shook her hand.
They were all shuffled into the living room where she was offered the choice between orange juice or wine. Cassie felt like she could probably down three bottles of wine by herself at the moment. So with a glass of wine she sat down in the couch beside her father.
"What did the letter say?" Her father finally asked. She looked up at him, down at her lap and then took a big gulp of the wine. She felt James' curious eyes on her. Mr Potter had the nerve to laugh.
"It was brilliant. Honestly it could have been you at 16 who had written it, though with a touch more humor," Mr Potter said. Mrs Potter looked less amused, though still on the cheery side.
"What did it say, dad?" James asked quickly.
"I've saved it. We laminated it, and if those two stick together long enough, it'll make a really good gift one day," Mrs Potter said, a small smile lifting her lips.
"Dad," James whined, like a child. Cassie found herself rolling her eyes at him.
"Potter, whenever you talk I can't help but roll my eyes. You don't want to be responsible for permanent damage to my eyes, do you?" She drawled and took a sip from her wine to punctuate. James grinned widely at her and she had never been more confused in her life.
"Maybe one day you'll get to read it," Mr Potter said.
"Cassie," her father hissed, low enough for no one else to hear. "Manners."
She sighed, bored, and took another sip of wine.
"Do you want to see my room?" James asked suddenly, jumping up so suddenly he spilled some wine on his trousers.
"At least buy me dinner first, Potter," She mused with raised eyebrows. He offered her his hand and she took it with a sigh, letting herself be pulled up on her feet and then dragged towards a stair. She could feel her father's eyes in her back, screaming at her don't leave me alone with them.
James opened up the first door upstairs and she was met with the most Gryffindor room to ever exist. Everything was red and gold, even normal things that had no business being red or gold. Her head hurt a little when she took a step into the room.
"It's nice," she said politely. Her father was right, manners. James gave her a look. "Yes, it's hideous and the color scheme gives me a headache," she admitted quickly.
The boy walked pass her with a wide grin and bent down to get something from the bookcase. She tried to see what it was, but she didn't need to because he stood up to show her.
"This is a quaffle. Wanna play?" He twirled the ball around in his hands. She eyed it and then looked up at him.
"Father would not want me to leave in the middle of a dinner party," she said honestly. James rolled his eyes.
"Unless you think you can't beat me." He rushed pass her and down the stairs. A flair of anger sparked up in her.
"That's ridiculous Potter!" She ran down the stairs to catch up with him. "You're Quidditch Captain and you're going to be run down in the dirt by a girl who's not even on the team!" She called after him. He was running towards a shed, the front door open for her to follow.
She slipped into her shoes and donned her cloak before following him. When she caught up he grinned widely and handed her a broom.
"It's on, Malfoy." He smirked and she did the same. Mounting the brooms and taking off, they circled each other for a while, making up the rules.
James obviously won, though she got in a good tackle which knocked him down in the snow. When they made it back to the house they were both wet from the snow, bruised and frozen. He kicked the door open carelessly and she followed him.
When they walked into the living room the adults were still working on the wine, though Mrs Potter was apparently taking the food out of the oven in the kitchen. There was a strong tension in the air.
"Who won?" Mr Potter asked, latching onto a new subject of discussion as if he was starving for it, which he probably was.
"Me!" James called victoriously, pumping one fist in the air. Cassie glowered at him dangerously. "Don't be like that. I'll teach you to be as good as me." He wrapped one arm around her shoulders and squeezed her arm.
"James Potter I will..."'she couldn't even come up with a word of what she would do to him if he ever spoke to her like that again. "You..." she couldn't come up with anything. "I will..."
"Have I just rendered a Malfoy speechless?" James asked, sounding astonished. "Al says that's impossible." Mr Potter made a delighted chuckle and Cassie looked to her father. He had a slightly amused expression as he sipped his wine and watched the exchange in front of him.
Giving up, Cassie crossed her arms and sat down next to her father.
"I will only tolerate one Malfoy-Potter relationship, you know," her father whispered into her hair, his voice sounding amused. She made a noise and coiled away from him.
"Don't worry, father," she muttered, ignoring James' presence. James Potter was not the kind of boy she liked. Except that he was. All the boys she had ever had something with were Gryffindors, except they had all graduated by now.
They were called for dinner and placed by the table. Cassie was seated between her father and brother, a new glass of wine in front of her plate. James was seated opposite to her, sending her little glances once in a while.
Cassie ate in silence and complemented the Potter's on the cooking, like her manners compelled her to do. Her father hummed in agreement, but there was still tension that no one could break. Her brother and Albus were also quiet, though they did send each other looks and she could see Scorpius' hand on Albus' thigh through the whole meal.
Afterwards she was cornered by James. He caught up with her on her way to the bathroom to wash her hands after the meal.
"Malfoy," he called for her and grabbed her arm. She turned to him, raising an eyebrow in question. He fiddled a little with his hands. "You wanna go out sometime?" Cassie was fairly certain this was how people asked other people on dates. She had never been asked to a date before. She had been snogged and bent over a desk in an abounded classroom, but not more than that.
"Go out?" She asked back at him. He raised his eyebrows at her, still holding onto the top of his arm. "What like a date?" His eyebrows raised to his hairline almost and he nodded. "Oh..." Cassie sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth and looked at his chest rather than his face. "Uhm, sure."
"Great! I'll owl you, or we can go to Hogsmeade!" She looked up at him and saw that he grinned widely.
"Why?" She squeaked out. "Why would you insult my entire family and then ask me out?" His grin faltered.
"I'm really sorry about that. Look, I... I just want to buy you a coffee and we can talk about it," he offered her a hesitant smile.
"Yes, okay. Yes, let's talk about that then. Yes, owl me." She shut her eyes in exasperation at how stupid she sounded when she repeated words. "I'm going to go..." she made a stupid gesture and shrugged herself free from his grip.
She dashed into the bathroom and stopped at the mirror. Cassie studied her own face. The grey eyes she had inherited from her father, they didn't give anything away unless she wanted to. The white blonde hair that shimmered in the light from the lamp, it was slightly curled around the edges, a trait she got from her mother. Carefully she pulled herself together, put up her occlumens walls and then washed her hands before going out to the living room again.
"Daddy! Daddy!" Albus little sister chanted in the room when she sat down. She didn't listen but interpreted something about going to a friend. James was sitting in an armchair, looking positively happy. She repressed the urge to roll her eyes
January 4th 2022
How about I buy you a coffee tomorrow? Say at three? Meet me by Flourish and Blotts?
Cassie stared down at it. Tomorrow would be the last day of Christmas break before they were forced to return to school for their last term. Would she want to spend it with James Potter? Probably. He could be fun, even if she had to force herself not to think so most of the time. He certainly didn't need another person to feed his ego.
J. Potter with the innocent kisses
Sure, see you then.
She sent the owl back and then sat down to study for NEWTS.
January 5th 2022
Cassie made sure to arrive five minutes late. Her father had taught her a long time ago that people ought to wait for her arrival, rather than the other way around. Potter was already there, his hands in his pockets. He wore muggle clothing, a pair of black, tight jeans. But the sweater he wore underneath the jacket said Gryffindor Quidditch on it, with two snitches and a broom.
He grinned widely when she arrived.
"Malfoy!" He said cheerily.
"Potter," she said with a curt nod. Perhaps they should start calling each other by their first names, if they were going to go on a date.
He offered her his arm, making a show of looking like a snobby gentleman, as if that was what she appreciated. Cassie had gotten quite enough of that during all the pureblood events she had been forced to attend before her mother died. Grudgingly she took it and let herself be lead through Diagon Alley.
"You do drink coffee, right? Al said you were a coffee-girl, not tea," he asked while they were walking. A mild shock hit her when she realized that either James specifically asked his brother, or Albus talked about her out of free will.
"He's right," she said. "Black tea gives me a headache, and there's barely any caffeine in green tea." He made an amused sound.
"It's all about the addictive substance," he mused.
"We do have similar opinions," she exclaimed and couldn't help but smile. James laughed full out and then opened the door for her to a cafe.
Cassie walked in slowly and took her scarf off while looking around. It was a quite cosy café, with dark walls and dark furniture. James came in to stand beside her.
"There?" He pointed at a table in the back, for only two. She nodded and they walked over. A waiter came up almost immediately.
"Coffee, black, no sugar," she said and offered the waiter a polite smile. James ordered tea.
She took her coat off and crossed her legs before looking at the boy in front of her. James seemed more nervous than ever. She thought it must be because he promised to talk about her family.
"So... studied any during the break?" He asked and leaned back in his chair.
"Mhm, lots and lots of arithmancy," she told him casually. He nodded slowly. There was a point of awkward silence before he leaned forward, putting his elbows on the table.
"Look, about the entire thing..." He began. Cassie raised her eyebrows at him and straightened her back a little. "I don't mean any offense, but all of you -the Malfoys- you've got this cold thing going on." She opened her mouth to protest but he cut off her quickly. "No offense, again. It's just... all three of you always look like everyone is beneath you, and I'm quite sure you don't actually think that, but it's hard to ignore. I know dad didn't like your dad in school, I also know he forgave him but things are still tense." James took a deeper breath. "It's easy to fall back into blaming Scorpius for his father's past crimes whenever I don't like him. Because honestly, Scorpius doesn't look like the most pleasant boy in the world until you get to know him, neither do you."
"I don't look like a pleasant boy?" She asked, raising one eyebrow in challenge. James rolled his eyes, but his lips twitched in the corners.
"I'm trying to be serious."
"I thought you were, James Sirius Potter."
"This is my point! Neither you nor your brother are as stuck up and snobby as I thought. Admittedly, I knew Scorpius wasn't that bad already, but you remember what I told you during detention." He blushed a little and looked down at his hands. She murmured in agreement. "I kind of realized you were better than I thought when you punched me in the face."
"I'm not going to apologize for that," she said quickly.
"I'm not asking you to. The more I think about it... I just don't blame you for it, really." She gave him a smile and his face broke into a wide grin.
The waiter came by with their drinks afterwards, and she quickly wrapped her hands around the warm mug. After that they fell into more pleasant small-talk. Cassie wasn't really one for small-talk, she found it unnecessary, but she knew how to do it. All years of charity events and such with her family had taught her that much.
"What's your plan after Hogwarts?" James asked curiously, leaning over the table slightly. He took a gigantic gulp of his tea.
"Healer, probably. I wanted to be an auror actually, when I was little, but..." she shrugged her shoulders and took the final sip of the coffee that had gone lukewarm by then. James raised his eyebrows in question. "Because of the blood-curse," she explained quickly. "It might not manifest in me or Scorpius, but the more distress I put my body through the bigger are the chances that if it does, I'll die far too young." She looked down into the mug, a picture of her mother's face swimming past her.
"Ah," was all James said. She looked up and saw an uncomfortable look on his face. So she smiled softly, trying to relieve the tension from the air.
"It's alright to mention it, James. I'm not a porcelain doll that's going to break," she said sharply, but smiled still. He breathed out a little.
"You called me James," he finally said. She grinned at him and leaned back in her chair as much as her manners allowed her to.
"What are your plans after Hogwarts?"
"Both the Chudley Cannons and Appelby Arrows have already written to me," he beamed brightly. "I think I want to do quidditch, I mean, it's what I'm good at and I enjoy it."
"The recipe for happiness," Cassie agreed with a small smile. He nodded excitedly.
After a while they decided to call it goodbye and walked out. James walked her to the apparation point. All the way there his hand brushed against hers, sometimes she could feel his twitching, as if he wanted to grab hers, but he never did.
"Well... goodbye then," she said and turned to give him a smile. He looked highly unsure of himself and she frowned.
"Can I kiss you?" He suddenly blurted out. Not even Cassie Malfoy could hide the blush that erupted on her cheeks then.
"You're going to ask me?" She asked with a high pitched voice.
"Mom says always to ask first," he shrugged, trying to look casual and failing miserably. She didn't know what to say to that. If she said no, she'd regret that later on. Cassie knew she had thought about kissing him before. James had perfectly shaped lips after all, who wouldn't think about it? If she said yes, she'd come of as desperate.
"Well don't. I appreciate spontaneity," she said and crossed her arms, schooling her face as well as she could. He looked nervous and eyed her crossed arms.
"Spontaneity, I can do that," he breathed out. When he didn't do anything she uncrossed her arms.
"Well if you're not going to kiss m-" her drawl was cut short because her talking was obviously what he had been waiting for. It was a soft kiss, so soft that she barely knew how to act. Cassie had only been kissed during burning passion and this gentle way was nothing she was familiar with.
James' lips tasted of tea and they were very warm, despite the cold weather. She felt his hands grabbing her upper arms gently and her hands landed on his chest completely without her ordering them to do so. One of his hands travelled up and grabbed the back of her neck. She knew this position, but his tongue didn't force her lips open, and he didn't pull her head back to kiss her neck.
She pulled away slowly. James' eyes fluttered open and he looked down at her. Just like she had known all those weeks ago, she could read his eyes like an open book. It was just a whole cocktail of feelings. What shone the absolute strongest was desire though.
"You..." she began, but her voice was so low she could barely hear it herself.
"Alright?" He asked her, suddenly his brown eyes filled with worry. She cleared her throat and nodded.
"No one's ever kissed me like that before," she whispered and then blushed quickly when she realized what she had said. A victorious grin started growing on James' lips. She scowled at him, but made sure her eyes stayed soft and gentle.
"Like how?" He asked, his voice quite husky. The rasp in his voice did something to her head, but she ignored it as well as she could.
"Well... without sticking their tongue down my throat or biting my lips." She shrugged. "It was nice." His face had taken another expression completely.
"Do you have any idea how sad that is?" He asked. He still cradled her neck in his hands, and his fingers carded through her hair softly. She shrugged again. "I'll see you on the train tomorrow." He pressed one quick and chaste kiss to her lips before letting her go.
"Goodbye," she said and apparated before she spilled some other secrets.
Later that day
"You kissed?" The voice was high and shrill. Her door flung open. In stormed her brother and his boyfriend. Albus was grinning wide and Scorpius looked betrayed. "And you didn't tell me?"
Cassie looked up from her essay and put the quill down slowly.
"I didn't realize you were so interested in my life. Want to hear about that one time with George Sandemo last year?" She asked and watched his face grow red.
"This is different, and you know it!" Scorpius said angrily. The boys sat down on her bed.
"How was it?" Albus asked, his eyes glowing. "Because James came home looking so absent dad thought he'd taken a bludger to the head. The good kind of absent."
"Oh, want to light candles, get in our pajamas' and exchange gossip?" She asked with mock-excitement. Albus and Scorpius both scowled at her. She sighed and crossed her arms. "Yes, he kissed me. It was weird."
"Weird as in good? Or weird as in bad?" Scorpius asked. She raised an eyebrow at him.
"It was weird because no one's ever kissed me without it leading to sex afterwards," she said casually. Both boys blushed deeply and she smiled smugly at them.
"Not even your first kiss?" Albus finally spoke up.
"Not even my first kiss," she confirmed. Scorpius looked at her funnily. "What?"
"So... it was nice?"
She shrugged and kept her occlumens walls up high. He gave her look, showing that he knew exactly what she was doing.
"Do you like him?" Albus asked.
"We've been on one date and we weren't exactly friends before. I don't have the necessary data to answer that." She winced at how much it sounded like she tried to be casual. They obviously noticed too, because they took each other hands and gave her smug smiles.
"Whatever you say big sister," Scorpius sing-songed while pulling his boyfriend out of her room by the hand.
January 6th 2022
On the platform Scorpius stood by her side, waiting for Albus. Their father was there as well, watching his son with an exasperated but fond look on his face.
"That's it, I'm going. Goodbye father. Scor, pick your face off the ground, you'll find him soon." With that she boarded the train and went to find her friends.
She boarded the train and quickly found her friends in one of the compartments. They made themselves comfortable and shared sweets and exchanged the usual Christmas-gossip.
"Cassiopeia?" James asked. Her head snapped up, and so did her friends'.
"Don't call me that," she said instinctively. He frowned slightly, but then smiled a little.
"Cassie," he emphasized. "Can I talk to you?" He nodded his head to the corridor outside the compartment. She nodded and he grinned. As soon as he had stepped outside her friends all looked at her.
"Potter? Really?" Amara asked, bewildered.
"His ass is really fine."
"It's the quidditch."
"You sleeping with him?"
"Alright, shut up. The door is still open and unless he's grown deaf over the span of a minute he's heard all of this," Cassie said and watched her friends blush angrily. She grinned at them before stepping out as well.
"I like your friends already," he said when she had shut the compartment door. She gave him a sheepish look.
"It's a group of girls, things get very girlish with us sometimes," she apologized. He shook his head at her attempt.
"I like it. Anyway..." he scratched the back of his head. "You know the next Hogsmeade weekend, in two weeks? You wanna go with me?" He was asking her on a date two weeks in advance?
"Sure, no one's been able to ask me that yet considering we've been on the train approximately 30 minutes," she drawled at him, letting her eyes convey the teasing. James blushed a little.
"Well good." He hesitantly reached a hand up to tuck one of her curls behind her ear. His fingers lingered on her skin, touching her earlobe lightly. He slowly bent his head down at the same time that his fingers travelled to her chin, lifting her lips up determinately yet gently.
Cassie didn't want to describe her kiss with James like sparks flying between them, or butterflies in her tummy. Something was special though. It was just the way everything seemed to pull together inside of her. She couldn't describe it in any other way than that she wanted it to go on.
She smiled a little and reached one hand up to brush it through his messy hair. James immediately smiled back and pressed a little closer. She felt the wet tip of his tongue on her lip and was ready to open up her lips for him when someone cleared their throat.
They pulled away from each other quickly. Little Lily Potter stood there with crossed arms and a smug grin.
"Father's going to be delighted," she mused. Cassie opened her mouth to bribe the girl with anything she could to not let this come out, but James was faster.
"I'll let you borrow the cloak and the map whenever you want until I graduate. Even if I need it that night, I'll let you have it," he quickly stammered out. Lily grinned wide, obviously getting something she had wanted for some time.
"Deal." She held her hand out and James shook it. Lily then walked on, casting one glance over her shoulder at them.
"She-Devil," James grumbled angrily under her breath. Cassie broke out laughing at the look on his face.
"I'll see you around," she said through her laughs and stood up on her toes to press a kiss to his cheek. He pulled her back and pressed a kiss to her lips before letting her walk back into her compartment.
January 11th 2022
Someone grabbed her hand. Cassie spun around, wand ready, but no one was behind her. The castle was dark and eerie, all the paintings asleep as well. A silent laughter was heard and James Potter materialized from seemingly thin air. He put the invisibility cloak away.
"You gigantic prat," she scolded him. "I ought to take points you know." His grin faltered within seconds.
"I only wanted to surprise you," he quickly said, pouting slightly. She shook her head with a sigh. "So..." they began walking together. "Any bad children up after curfew?"
"Despite our brothers snogging in the old divination classroom, only you," she said breezily. James made a sound like a mouse someone stepped on. "Don't worry, it was just snogging, hands hadn't really gone to inappropriate places, they were on the way though. I told them to finish quick and get back or I would give them detention," she told him. James laughed silently, his hand over his mouth.
"They're 15, should've been done in 3 minutes or less," he said with a smug voice. Cassie grinned.
"What? Like older boys are any better?" She asked and peered up at him, definitely letting the challenge on in her tone. James made an insulted noise.
"I'll let you know I have the stamina of a... I have great stamina," he said determinedly. "It's the quidditch," he added with a wink in her direction. She repressed the usual urge to roll her eyes at him.
They rounded a corner and heard footsteps. She gave James a pointed look and he slipped the cloak on. Cassie lightened her lumos and illuminated the entire hallway.
"Hey Reed!" She called and the boy turned towards her with a sheepish smile. "15 points from Hufflepuff. Get back to the common room or I'll double it."
"Sorry Malfoy," he sneered and turned around to walk back.
"That means his girlfriend is out wandering too," she whispered in a general direction to James. He removed he cloak and grinned at her. "They usually have their rendezvous in a classroom on this floor. Come on." She motioned for him to come along, but before her hand had dropped he had grabbed it in his own. She gave him a look but he only shrugged.
Surely enough, little Rawenclaw Miller was sitting on a desk in their usual classroom, waiting for her boyfriend. Cassie sent her away as well and James came out from under the cloak. She was caught off guard when he grabbed her face in both hands and kissed her hungrily.
"I'm starting to think I have a kink about other houses losing points," he mumbled against her lips. Cassie pulled away in laughter, so much she had to almost bend over. She could see James tapping his foot impatiently. When she looked up he looked embarrassed and slightly cross, but that only made her laugh harder. Tears came to her eyes and she pressed one hand against her mouth. Soon he began chuckling as well.
"You're such a complete dork, Potter," she said through her giggles. She reached up to wrap her arms around his neck. While standing up on her toes she pressed her lips against his. He made a noise in the back of his throat and put his hands on her waist, kissing her back hungrily. She opened her lips to let him taste her.
Not that it wasn't amazing, but his comment came back to her and she broke the kiss, starting to laugh again. She leaned her face against his chest and laughed into his sweater.
"Alright, alright. I ruined the moment," he mused and patted her back softly.
January 21st 2022
"Cassie? A word?" A soft pat on her shoulder. She turned around and was faced with a stressed looking James. She frowned and nodded.
"I'll see you in lunch," she told her friends. They gave her meaningful look and she rolled her eyes at them. James took her hand and pulled her away until they found a broom cupboard.
He walked in, ducking his head, and pulled her in after him. She found herself pressed between the the wall and James.
"Licorice wands? Really?" He whined at her, trapping her between his hands that were on either side of her face. Her face heated when she realized what he meant. Carefully she nudged her thigh in between his legs, feeling the unmistakably hard shape there. His eyes fluttered shut for a second at the contact.
"Really?" She asked and tilted her head to the side with a smug grin. "Lucky for me, I have one left." She pushed him off and opened the cupboard door. She took a step out, turned around to face him and put the top of the wand between her lips. She sucked it in a little before pulling it out completely. "See you tonight?"
"Queen bitch, you are," was his only reply. Cassie laughed loudly at him as she walked away towards the great hall of lunch.
Later that day
"Boo," a soft voice whispered beside her. She shrieked low and had her wand drawn when James turned up from nothing.
"I'll never stop saying it, prat!" She crossed her arms and didn't look at him. His body shook with laughter against the side of her arm.
"You wanna go and make out?" He whispered into her ear. She hadn't even realized he was that close. His warm breath ghosted down her neck and his soft lips lingered against her hair. He gently nibbled on her earlobe and Cassie wanted to gasp, but would never give him that satisfaction.
"As Head Girl I know all the best places," she murmured and grabbed his wrist.
"I know an even better," he said, amusement clear in his voice. James lead the way until they stood in front of a plain wall. When he began walking back and forth she realized what it was. An uneasy feeling filled her up. This was where her father had almost died in his youth, where he had lost a friend. But when James opened the doors it looked like any room, and the feeling slowly crept away.
James pulled her inside and shut the door. She looked around. It looked a bit like the Potter's living room. When she looked back at James he wrapped her up and kissed her hard. She immediately opened her mouth and slipped her tongue in between his lips.
She took the chance to taste every part of him and was rewarded with faint noises and his hands traveling up and down her waist, not really daring to go beneath the hips. He began pushing her and she backed until she hit a wall. James ran his hands down to her thighs.
"Jump," he murmured into the kiss and she did. He caught her, trapping her between his body and the wall, and she wrapped her legs around his hips tightly. He broke the kiss and began working down her neck, sucking and biting gently. When he bit down a little harder she couldn't stop the gasp and the involuntary roll of her hips against him. James was quick learner and soon bit her all over the neck, the perfect amount of strength behind it.
It reduced her to a mess. Cassie couldn't think clear when he left her neck and kissed her lips again. Her entire abdomen was drawing together, needing him.
"How do you like it?" He whispered and dropped her down on the ground. She stood still for a second, wondering what happened, then she looked up at him with a scowl.
"Prat," she said drily. He chuckled, but no matter how casual he acted, the tent in his trousers told another story. She regained her equilibrium by knowing he was aroused too.
Slowly she began unbuttoning her white shirt, stealing a glance up to see that James looked dazed. A bit like he had been hit in the head with bludger, like Albus had said. When all the buttons were undone she walked up to him, hooking her fingers through the belt loops on his trousers.
"Fuck me," she whispered against his ear. She had to stand on her toes to reach up, but that only meant that her body was pressed flush against against his. James shivered a little and then put his hands back on her again.
"Bed," was all he said before kissing her again. He dragged her with him and they soon tumbled down into a bed she could've sworn wasn't there when they first walked in.
She landed softly, him on top. A smile spread on her lips at how comfortable it was.
"What?" He asked softly. He pushed some hair out of her eyes and stroke her cheek.
"I've never had sex in a bed before," she just said and he got the same expression as in Diagon Alley.
"No? I'll make sure it's your best time yet," he practically purred. She giggled when he first attacked her neck again, but soon stopped in favor of gasping for breath.
His rough and calloused hands explored the skin on her stomach and around her waist, hesitantly going higher until he cupped one of her breasts over the lace bra. James ran his thumb over the nipple, making the lace of the bra move against it as well. Cassie couldn't help the little whimper that escaped her lips.
James seemed to enjoy it though because he began struggling to get his own shirt off. Finally realizing he had to pull back to get it off. He stood up on the side of the bed and dragged it over his head. James Potter was fit, Cassie noted, of course he was. But she hadn't fully grasped how good he would look, with the golden tanned skin stretching over a slim yet muscular chest and stomach. He leaned over towards her and dragged the arms of her shirt down, making it fall off her completely. She shivered a little and he gave her a worried glance but she only smiled coyly back at him.
Cassie reached back and unclasped the bra herself, taking it off right before she was pushed back into the bed. James kisses her even hungrier than before, his hands touching every part of her upper body. Her own hands softly explored the exposed skin he was showing as well
She reached for the zipper of his jeans but he had already began kissing down her chest, capturing one nipple in his mouth on the way down. Her hands slipped into his hair as his teeth grazed the sensitive skin.
He released her and began unzipping her skirt, pulling it down and bringing her stockings with it. He got stuck untying her shoes though, and she was left shivering from the cold. Soon he crawled back on top of her though, one hand searching the skin of her inner thigh. A shiver ran through her even though she wasn't remotely cold when he was on top of her.
"Do you have some Gryffindor in you?" He asked huskily. She pressed her hands to her face and shook her head.
"Please don't," she said through her fingers. Two of his fingers pressed against the wet spot on her underwear, massaging it softly.
"Would you like some Gryffindor in you?" He mused into her ear, sucking her earlobe into his mouth.
"I fucking hate you James Potter!" She scolded but was cut off by her own gasp when he slipped her underwear aside and touched her directly where she needed to be touched.
"Do you?" He teased while slipping two fingers into her easily. She made a strangled whimper again and grasped his hair tighter, pulling him closer. He gently moved the fingers in and out, around and twisting. Cassie wrapped her legs around his hips and whimpered helplessly. "Doesn't sound like you hate me."
"I do, I fucking do hate you, Potter." Unfortunately his name came out as a needy moan instead of a spitting insult as it was meant. James gasped a little as well, she could feel the sharp intake of his breath. "If you don't stop this and fuck me properly I'll never forgive you, Potter." He chuckled and pushed his fingers in as far as he possible could and scissored them inside of her. She bucked her hips against him, whimpering pathetically again.
How come no one had ever touched her like this?
Slowly he pulled his fingers out of her with a wet sound. She sat up when he pulled away and made quick work with the zipper of his trousers.
"Eager are we?" He mused from above her. She slowed down her movement and looked up at him innocently. She dragged his trousers down slowly, revealing black boxers. "Don't worry, I like it," he whispered and slid one hand into her hair. She leaned a little closer, so her breath hit the bulge in his underwear. Cassie kept fingering with the hem of his underwear until he swore out of impatience and she finally dragged those down as well.
His erection bobbed free in front of her and she looked up at him, seeing that he already watched her. She grabbed his cock by the base and looked into his eyes as she brought her tongue out to lick along the underside of it. His hand tightened in her hair.
"N-no," he moaned and she pulled away, frowning. "I believe someone here wanted to be fucked properly, was it? And that's not going to happen if you keep doing that."
She grinned at him and he pushed her shoulders lightly, making her fall back. He pulled her underwear off completely and crawled on top of her.
Cassie had only been fucked like this once, all other times she had been bent over something or on her hands and knees.
James settled down between her legs and leaned down to kiss her. She pulled her knees up, wrapping one leg around his hips. He pulled away from the kiss and looked into her eyes.
"Mhm," she hummed. James waved his hand lightly and she recognized the feeling of a protection charm. He pressed against her and she shut her eyes.
"No, look at me," he said, it almost sounded like he pleaded to her. She opened her eyes and looked at him. James was locking her eyes with his as he pushed into her slowly. Cassie had never been asked to keep her eyes open while someone pushed inside of her, and had never realized exactly how hard it could be. Her eyes kept fluttering and she kept wanting to roll her head back.
Once he was fully inside he moved slowly, grabbing a hold of her thigh to steady himself a little.
"So good," he mumbled into her neck, driving into her hard but slow. With every thrust her nails dug into James' back a little harder and her back arched a little more.
"James," she whimpered. She wanted more, faster or harder, whatever he had to offer. He started going a little faster grabbing her hip instead of thigh while driving into her sharply.
She cried out and arched her back into his body. He kept mumbling into her neck and she had no idea what he was saying because there was a roaring in her ears.
Her moan got stuck in her throat when he drove into her especially hard and she pressed against him as much as she could, feeling her orgasm build rapidly.
"James, James," she repeated in that pleading voice she hated. "Please." And now she was begging. It was pathetic, she thought. But James seemed to like it and kept driving into her hard and fast.
He pulled away from her neck and kissed her lips sloppily. When her orgasm hit her she arched up and bit down in the duvet, her nails digging into James' back harshly. It only took a few thrusts before he came inside of her, obviously holding back so she could come as well.
James collapsed on top of her for a moment before pulling out and rolling off her. He scrambled around and pushed her gently. She wondered if now was the time she should leave. But he covered her with the duvet they had just fucked on and crawled down beside her.
"Was it... alright?" He whispered, one hand caressing her cheek and hair.
"You couldn't tell?" She asked cheekily and turned her head to look at him. She had never seen James so at peace before. His eyes were half-open only and a rueful smile played on his lips.
"Well when you put it that way..." he flicked her nose and she rolled onto her side instead. "You know I like you, right?" She studied his face carefully. No one had ever said that to her before, or well, no one she might feel the same for had ever said that before.
"Well now you do," he said softly and sleepily. His eyes fell completely shut and she rolled onto him a little, putting one arm over his torso. James wrapped one arm around her, to keep her there as well. "You've never... had a relationship have you?" He still sounded tired and on his way to fall asleep.
"Like you said, I'm not the most pleasant girl if you don't get to know me," she murmured against his chest. A thin layer of sweat had dried on it and he smelled like salt, sex and something else that was just him.
"I believe I said you weren't a very pleasant boy," he teased her in a whispering low voice. "Point stands. Never?"
"People are never interested in me like that," she whispered back, yawning against him. "They want to fuck me and nothing more, I'm usually fine with it."
"That's sad," he murmured. "I want more." It was the last thing he said before he fell asleep, or the last thing she heard before she fell asleep. It was impossible to know which.
January 22nd 2022
"James! Wake up!" She shook his shoulders violently and his eyes flung open.
"What's happening?" He asked tiredly but like he was ready to fight a dark wizard.
"It's late, we've missed breakfast and they're leaving for Hogsmeade in 30 minutes, oh and we're still in the room of requirement," she said while slipping her clothes on.
"Calm down. We'll just go back to our dorms and shower and stuff. I'll meet you outside your common room in an hour and a half, and I'll show you how to get to Hogsmeade." She turned around to look at him and saw that he had a special twinkle in his eyes that only meant trouble.
"You're going to be the death of me James Potter," she sighed. Their eyes locked and there was something in his eyes that almost scared her. They were practically sparkling and he looked as if he would do anything for her, if she just asked.
Later that day
"This is complete and utter madness. Potter if we get caught they're going to take your precious quidditch team, but I don't care, because they're going to take away me as Head Girl. If you fuck this up you'll not live to see another sunrise, Potter, I swear to Merlin-"
"Would you shut your mouth for once? We're not going to get caught. No one knows this tunnel exists. We're going to get to Hogsmeade, have a drink at the three broomsticks, talk about life and exactly how beautiful you look when you gasp my name." He only laughed when she smacked his shoulder.
"I'll never stop saying it; prat," she drawled.
"I can live that, queen bitch," he countered. She looked down to hide her smile.
(Even) later that day
"Butterbear, right?" James gave her a look full of questions and raised eyebrows. She nodded, suppressing a smile. "Two butterbears, oh and two cheese sandwiches." They were given the butterbears quickly but a waiter would come with the sandwiches.
They sat down in a booth. Cassie hoped her friends wouldn't find them there, because there would be too much girlish screams and gossip. At the same time, if James' Gryffindor buddies found them it wouldn't be too fun either, they all hated her, most likely. She was a Malfoy after all.
"So about how beautiful you look," James began. She snapped out of her thinking to glare at him. He grinned and took a sip of his butterbear, coating his upper lip with cream that he quickly licked off. "On a scale of 1 to 10, I think you broke it, going up somewhere around 300." His grin was cheeky and smug, but those expressive brown eyes gave away a strong hint of fondness.
"I hope so, Potter," she drawled and sipped on the butterbear carefully. She usually didn't drink those, her parents had never liked them either.
The waiter turned up, and to Cassie's great mortification it was -of course- Daniel Adams, the only boy she had ever slept with more than once. Since when did he get a job at the three broomsticks? She knew he graduated last year but...
"Cassie?" He asked, a grin growing on his face. "And James Potter?" Of course, he was a Gryffindor as well. He put the plates down in front of them. "How are you?" He turned his back towards James and smiled at Cassie. She made a cold and polite smile back.
"Just fine," she said with a curt and cold nod at him.
"Look, I was thinking that perhaps we could catch up sometime? You know, maybe have dinner next time you have a Hogsmeade weekend? I'll make sure to be free."
"Excuse me," James spat out. Cassie refused to roll her eyes at him and only put a hand on James' hand.
"I'm sorry, Daniel. It was great to see you again, but now James and I would like to enjoy our meal. Thank you." The last two words were a clear dismissal and Daniel turned a deep red shade before muttering something and walking away.
"He was flirting with you," James said even before Daniel was far enough away to not hear it. She looked over at him, feeling the urge to roll her eyes at the boy again.
"And I sent him away," she said simply. He scowled and crossed his arms. She gave him one last lingering look before digging into her sandwich. James melted after a while and picked his sandwich up by his hands and began eating as well.
"You know he was sort of in love with you, right?" James suddenly said. Cassie looked up, mid-chewing. "It was common knowledge in Gryffindor tower. You were the notorious heartbreaker and everyone said that you'd never have feelings for anyone. Lots of the people you slept with actually liked you, you know?"
"Oh," she mumbled after she had swallowed. "I mean... I know Daniel had a little crush on me but..." James scowled again. "What's your problem?" She put her cutlery down harshly.
"Do you know how stupid I feel? You say people fuck you and leave you. The older boys in Gryffindor said the exact opposite; you fucked them and left them." He took a gulp of his butterbear so he wouldn't have to look at her. She stared at him.
"Why the fuck do you feel stupid? I mean, I've always known you were a bit thick, but this is a new level," she said drily.
"Well because you're going to do it again, aren't you?" He put his hands flat on the table.
"What?" She spat out angrily.
"You wanna be my girlfriend?" He growled at her, crossing his arms again, glaring at her angrily.
"Well yes," she said, just as angrily. She obviously took him by surprise, because he looked shocked beyond means.
"You- what?" He asked, his voice going a bit high pitched. She rolled her eyes at him and nodded. "Fine! Let's be boyfriend and girlfriend," he replied childishly. She suppressed her amused smile and hid behind the butterbear.
"You giant fucking dork," she murmured.
15th February 2022
"They're kind of cute," Amara whispered in her ear. Her friend's eyes were on Scorpius and Albus, opposite of them. Cassie smiled fondly at her brother, whom was in a deep whisper-conversation with his boyfriend.
"I know," she whispered back to Amara.
A set of warm lips pressed against her cheek on the other side and she turned around in shock. James Potter, of course.
"If you think you can come here and have the rest of the eggs you are gravely mistaken, prat," she drawled at him. James grinned toothily at her.
"Scor, baby brother," he greeted the boys opposite them. They both looked up in mild shock. "Queen bitch," he greeted her with another grin. She rolled her eyes at him. "Stop rolling your eyes at me, you're going to get permanent damage one day," he teased her.
"Just stop talking then," she told him fondly. Albus made a fake cough.
"I didn't realize you were so close," he said smugly. James, Gryffindor and thick as he was, looked at his brother in shock.
"He's joking, James," she mumbled to him. James scowled and crossed his arms.
"I know that," he muttered. "Well baby brother. Cassie and I are very close, you see it all started with me being a prat," he gave her a pointed look, "and she decided to punch me in the face. I admired her Gryffindor courage, and asked if she'd like some actual Gryffindor in her. Turned out she did." Cassie groaned loudly and dropped her forehead against the table.
"I should never have told you that line," she moaned in despair. Her friends had erupted into loud laughter but her brother and Albus were quiet.
"I promised I'd use it," he said cheerily. "Oh well. I'll see you in charms." He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up from the table, placing a kiss on the top of her head before walking away with sunshine practically pouring out of his ears.
"Did he actually say that?" Amara asked, astonished apparently.
"No! Well yes, but only as a joke, and I actually didn't say yes. Though that was implied." She turned to give her friend a smug grin and raised her eyebrows. Amara gasped and then began laughing again.
"I lost my appetite," Scorpius said suddenly and glared at her. Albus looked as if he wanted to burst out laughing instead.
June 4th 2022
"We should move in here," James mumbled into her hair. His fingers stroke her bare skin softly. Cassie could barely help from shivering, but she did.
"I think our friends would miss us," she hummed low.
"Fuck our friends," he said suddenly. He rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him. James smiled fondly at her and she almost got scared of looking into his eyes. He pushed her hair back, keeping a steady hold of her face. "I want to stay here with you."
"That's awfully sweet of you, but I kind of want to graduate," she sighed, pulling her hand up to touch his cheek. She traced her finger over the dark freckles on his nose.
"I really like you," he murmured, looking deeply into her eyes.
"I like you too, but don't tell anyone." She put her finger over her lips and pretended to hush him. "I've finally convinced my brother that I am a complete hard-ass with no feelings what so ever." She bumped up and down when he laughed, and she smiled down at him.
"Kiss me," he whispered, closing his eyes.
"Well if you beg for it." She leaned down and pressed their lips together. His were so warm and soft, pliant under hers. James somehow formed after what she wanted, even though he was the big and muscular quidditch player.
She slipped her tongue into his mouth and made sure to be slow and steady, all the things she now knew he liked. After a few moments she pulled away.
"Did you pull your wand at me?" She whispered against his wet lips. James at least had the decency to blush but also breathed out a laugh.
He rolled them over so he was on top. A glint in his eyes said it all before he completely ravished her neck. It was the one thing that would get her aroused in seconds. Cassie hissed as he bit down on the same place as just a few hours ago.
"Sorry," he mumbled against her skin and gently brushed his lip over the space instead. One hand dropped down her body and just the anticipation was making her more aroused by the minute.
He stopped kissing her neck and pulled away enough to meet her eyes. James dragged his rough fingertips over her clit, making a shudder run through her body.
"I want to watch you come," he whispered against her lips. "Want you to come from my fingers only." She nodded and took a grip on his shoulders when he brushed over her clit again. He hummed and gently massaged the spot making her eyes almost roll back in her head.
"J-James," She stuttered out and he hummed to show he was listening. "More," she asked.
"If you look at me," he said. She brought her head back from the pillows and he pressed their noses together. James moved his fingers in circular movements over her clit for a few more moments, just watching her eyes flutter and listening to the small whimpers she let escape.
He slowly moved lower and gently pushed two fingers inside of her, not all the way. Her eyes fluttered again.
"Look at me, Cassie," he breathed and she forced herself to look. He pressed further and she made a sound in the back of her throat, digging her nails into his shoulders. "So beautiful." He moved his fingers slowly at first, never looking away from her eyes, always holding the side of her head with his other hand. His fingers reached that one spot inside of her and she whimpered again, pulling him closer and moving her hips.
"There, James," she breathed.
"There?" He asked and wiggled his fingers again, just able to touch the place inside of her that made her want to beg.
"Yes, yes, yes," she breathed out. He began pulling his finger in and out again, trying to press in the same spot every time. "James," she whimpered against his lips. She could feel his throbbing erection against her thigh. "James," she breathed again, arching her back a little. Her fingers slipped into his hair and she tugged on it, trying to bring his lips down on hers, but he didn't budge, he only looked at her. "Faster, please," she begged him and tightened her grip on his hair. He obeyed and finger-fucked her faster.
Cassie came while forcing her eyes open as long as possible, James looking at her in awe. Her eyes rolled back eventually though and she bit down on her own lip until she could taste blood.
"Most beautiful," James breathed against her collarbone. His erection physically throbbed, what felt to her like seconds away from coming.
"Mhm, too bad you didn't fuck me," she whispered and reached down to grab his aching cock. He let out a loud moan when she wrapped her fingers around it. "Next time I want you to fuck me. I want you to bend me over a desk in a classroom and fuck me right there." He came over her thigh and let out the most adorable and sexy sound.
He lied there for a few seconds until he groaned loudly.
"Well that was embarrassing," he murmured into her skin. She carded her fingers through his messy hair.
"Yes, for me," she agreed, even though she knew he wasn't talking about that.
"You literally just touched me and I came, like a 13 year old," he grumbled, the sound so muffled against her chest. She laughed softly and kept stroking her hair.
"I think it's sweet. Though I'd prefer it if you'd vanish it," she said softly. James grunted and rolled off her, grabbing his wand from the nightstand. He vanished the stickiness on her thigh and then rolled back to cuddle up against her.
"What am I going to do with you?" He mumbled, drawing small circles on her stomach. She didn't know what to answer to that. "Cassie... I know we've only been dating for well... five months... but what the fuck are we going to do when we graduate?"
"What do you want?" She asked, gently circling her fingers over his back, where he had sharp marks after her nails.
"I want to play quidditch and be with you," he whispered, as if it was mortifying to say.
"Well, looks like you've got it all figured out. I'll be staying with my father for a while more, I don't want to leave him alone. I'll apply to further studies, go to your quidditch games and I'll bring your brother with me. Every time you win a game you can fly by and give me a sweet victory kiss." James squeezed her waist a little.
"Is that what it will be like?" He asked, sounding awfully hopeful.
"Not only. I'm going to be incredibly cranky because further studies will be even worse than this. I'll be sleep-deprived and probably eat bad. I'll pick unnecessary fights with you. You're going to travel a lot, and you'll be mad if you're benched, and go of on a rampage and I'm just going to roll my eyes at you. But that's life, and if you're willing to fight for it, I promise I am too," she told him honestly.
"I love you," he whispered. A small smile spread over her lips. He had never said it before, but she had seen it in his expressive eyes.
"I think I might be a little in love with you too," she whispered back. He pressed a kiss to her collarbone and then lied down again.
June 14th 2022
Cassie was quite nervous to show off her relationship to her father and the Potter's. They had either heard something, had strong suspicions, or were completely in the dark.
But not even that could kill the mood. She was done. She had graduated, with killer-grades as well. O's in everything's but transfiguration where she got an E. Her future looked bright and she felt like she was on top of the world.
The graduates always took the Hogwarts Express back as a form of symbolism, even though they could apparate or floo wherever they wanted.
When she stepped off the train she located her father quickly. She had lost James in the rush of kids. Her father patted her shoulder stiffly, but affectionate.
"I'm proud of you," he said. Cassie felt her cheeks hurting from all the smiling.
"There they are!" Scorpius yelled. He dragged Albus by the hand with him, all the Potter's following. She spotted James and he saw her as well. He quickly pushed pass his siblings and parents, scooped her up in his arms and kissed her square on the lips.
Cassie began giggling but wrapped her arms around his neck. Someone coughed, but James wouldn't stop kissing her, she eventually broke the kiss and laughed into his chest.
"Oh shut up you! We just graduated, we're adults, and if I want to snog my girlfriend after one of the most defining and happiest moments of our lives, I can!" James scolded them all and squeezed her tightly against his body.
"Your girlfriend?" Her father questioned. Cassie pulled away a little.
"Meet the biggest prat of all time, also my boyfriend, James Potter," she told her father and patted James' chest.
"And this is my queen-"
"Don't say it," she cut him off. James pouted childishly.
"This is my girlfriend, Cassie Malfoy," he said grandly and kissed the top of her head.
"I didn't see this coming," Mr Potter told his wife, in something that was probably supposed to be a whisper. "Did you?" Mrs Potter shook her head with a shocked expression on her face.
Same day, same time (Draco Malfoy's POV)
"Cassiopeia," Draco murmured to his daughter that was clinging to the young Potter as if her life depended on it. James Potter heard him and took a step towards him, squaring out his chest. Draco wondered for a second if the young boy would cause some sort of scene on the platform.
"Mr Malfoy, sir." James offered Draco his hand, and he hesitantly took it. "I love your daughter, and I'll take good care of her and always respect her. You have my word." The Potter-boy took a step closer, bringing himself awfully close. "I'm going to marry her one day, but don't tell her that," he whispered. Draco pulled his hand out the boy's grip and took a step back. James Potter looked calm and laid-back, but his eyes were some of the most expressive ones Draco had ever seen. The boy looked awfully nervous.
"I'm glad," Draco said, though his voice came out thick and croaked. A wide grin spread over James' face and he seemed to relax before pulling Cassiopeia against him again. Draco was forced to watch as the boy kissed his daughter's forehead in a gesture that was way too loving for two 17-year olds.
"I'll see you soon," she told him and they broke apart.