It started off, as most things seem to in Cassi's life, by complete surprise. She had been out flying after dinner (and after other's have had their practices) one night when the Slytherin Princess herself had joined her. Honestly, Cassi had fully expected for curses or hexes to be thrown between them or some not-so-subtle bullying to get off the pitch but all that happened was a spontaneous seeker vs seeker game between them and some heated insults thrown back and forth.
It had actually been a lot of fun. If there was one thing she could count on, it was the challenge. She had to even admit, Draco Malfoy was a formidable player.
That was two months ago.
Now, the insults felt less heated and she started to realize that she found the other girl attractive. There was no doubt about it, Draco, was beautiful. Not that she was going to admit that out loud anytime soon.
She snuck quietly from the common room and headed outside toward the Quidditch pitch with her broom in her hand, actually looking forward to the fly with Malfoy.
It had been a desperate need to improve herself, to have time to study the things that Cassi did and what made her as good as she was. If she flew with her, one on one with no distraction, maybe she could figure out just what it was that made her such an amazing player.
It had started like that. Now it was becoming so much more. Playful jabs. Even laughter. How she had gone from hating this golden child to looking forward to their time together?
She wasn't sure, but she was already there, hiding in the shadows of the pitch when she saw the Gryffindor making her way onto the pitch.
Smiling she stepped forward, just enough that Cassi could see the green of her uniform.
It had, of course, crossed her mind that Draco would be there simply to spy and see what moves she may pull out at a game. At the same time, they weren't exactly moves that she was hiding by any means. Flying simply helped Cassi clear her mind. The moment she took her first flight back in first year, she'd known nothing like it and nothing had ever come close to it again.
It felt as natural as breathing did.
She caught the glint of green out of the corner of her eye and smiled, making her way over. "Did you grab the snitch?"
She hadn't told Ron or Hermione yet - where she went Monday nights but she didn't think, in this case, they really needed to know. Besides, this was something... of hers. That was simply hers. Besides, who would even think that for a moment the Slytherin Princess and Gryffindor Golden Girl would get along for one on one let alone five minutes without a trip to the hospital wing? Through these games, Cassi was actually enjoying the other girls company. Draco was intelligent and had a quick and wicked wit. Something that she found absolutely refreshing.
Stepping forward, she smiled, moving her hand from behind her back to show the small orb struggling in her hand.
"I have to have it back before lights out," she said, shrugging one shoulder. "But if we're still out here then, we're in a lot more trouble than that," she said with a laugh, moving closer to Cassie.
"Your friends didn't try and follow you?" She asked, not quite sneering but taunting that closeness Cassie had with the other two.
Her mouth curled up seeing the flash of gold from the struggling snitch.
"I imagine we'll be back in plenty of time. Unless of course it takes unnaturally long for one of us to catch the thing," she grinned.
Cassi shook her head; not taking the bait. "No, they haven't asked and I haven't volunteered the information." If they were really curious, they could check the map but Hermione seemed to keep Ron entertained well enough, Cassi wasn't worried. "So, are we doing this or not," she asked with a raised eyebrow and a little smirk.
She had to admit, she actually started to look forward to these evenings.
"Maybe it might take you that long, but I'm a better seeker than that." Oh she just couldn't help herself with that jab, smirking at Potter with that kind of warmth most never saw from the Slytherin.
Still smiling, she dropped her hand to her side and then tossed the snitch skyward with a wink, swinging onto her brooom as soon as the golden snitch left her hand.
Cassi snorted and gave the other girl a smirk, though it lacked any heat to it. "You keep telling yourself that, Draco," she said and slid onto her broom.
"You're not going to say when I catch the snitch before you," she said, preparing to fly off. "What do you say? Best two out of three?"
This was why she didn't talk about these nights with her friends. They wouldn't understand. They didn't have to understand.
"Oh I do. Often," she said, winking at Cassi before launching herself into the air.
"Then three out of five," she called out over her shoulder, circling the pitch and looking for the tell tale sign of gold glinting in the dying light of day to show her where the snitch was.
It was fun, lighthearted. None of the pressure that being Draco Malfoy put on her. She just got to be a seeker, and have fun. She loved that about these nights.
She laughed and launched herself in the air, heading in the direction that Draco was heading toward then stopping. Merlin, Cassie loved being up in the air. She felt a freedom that she didn't feel otherwise. She kept her eyes peeled for that little of gold and glanced over at the other girl. "Then three out of five," she called back in agreement.
"I'm surprised no one follows you out of the castle," she called to her and started off in a direction. She had yet to see the snitch but that wasn't surprising. Cassie was simply enjoying the flight in general.
"They don't know I've left," she admitted, swirling in the air, rising up higher with each circle. "Do you put up an invisibility spell over the pitch? I know I do."
It wouldn't do them any good to sneak out if others saw them flying around the pitch as they were.
"How do you sneak out?" She couldn't help but wonder that as well, not looking toward Cassie, watching for the snitch even as they chatted.
Cassie felt her mouth curl up into a smirk. "So, sly as a Slytherin," she said and kept her eye out for the flicker of gold. "I always put a notice-me-not charm on the pitch," she nodded.
Not that she doubted it, but she was glad that Draco had thought of the same precautions as she did.
"I have my methods," she said, her tone taking on a teasing tone. Namely the invisibility cloak that her father had left her. "They don't even know that I'm gone. If they do, they assume I'm wanting to be left alone."
"Aren't you just charming," she teased, swooping and diving on her broom, not the least bit nervous about the way she moved. She was comfortable, a natural on the broom. The only one she knew was better on the broom than her was Cassie.
"How did you end up in that house anyway?"
Laughing as he shifted her weight, sending her broom nose down and skimming the pitch just barely above the grass.
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Wizarding text messages /post-hogwarts
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Wish I was there with you, my darling.
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You could always come here? The offer of sending you a ticket for the Floo, precious flower is still open.
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Tempting but I can't make it today. I could change things around for tomorrow? Or this weekend...
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Tomorrow and stay through the weekend? Or is that asking too much?
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Sounds perfect. I'll be there tomorrow. I can't wait to see you, darling.
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Don't bother bringing any clothing. I have gifts for you here.
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I have new lingerie to put you in and take pictures before I rip it all off your perfect body.
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All this texting really made her want to leave now. But she could wait.
It was one more afternoon and then she could spend all that time with Blaise.
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Yourself. Wear a skirt and no knickers. Your choice of top.
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is it tomorrow yet? I'm already wet just thinking of having you.
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BECAUSE MAGIC AND HANDWAVING.
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One on One - for Draco
It had actually been a lot of fun. If there was one thing she could count on, it was the challenge. She had to even admit, Draco Malfoy was a formidable player.
That was two months ago.
Now, the insults felt less heated and she started to realize that she found the other girl attractive. There was no doubt about it, Draco, was beautiful. Not that she was going to admit that out loud anytime soon.
She snuck quietly from the common room and headed outside toward the Quidditch pitch with her broom in her hand, actually looking forward to the fly with Malfoy.
Re: One on One - for Draco
It had started like that. Now it was becoming so much more. Playful jabs. Even laughter. How she had gone from hating this golden child to looking forward to their time together?
She wasn't sure, but she was already there, hiding in the shadows of the pitch when she saw the Gryffindor making her way onto the pitch.
Smiling she stepped forward, just enough that Cassi could see the green of her uniform.
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It felt as natural as breathing did.
She caught the glint of green out of the corner of her eye and smiled, making her way over. "Did you grab the snitch?"
She hadn't told Ron or Hermione yet - where she went Monday nights but she didn't think, in this case, they really needed to know. Besides, this was something... of hers. That was simply hers. Besides, who would even think that for a moment the Slytherin Princess and Gryffindor Golden Girl would get along for one on one let alone five minutes without a trip to the hospital wing? Through these games, Cassi was actually enjoying the other girls company. Draco was intelligent and had a quick and wicked wit. Something that she found absolutely refreshing.
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"I have to have it back before lights out," she said, shrugging one shoulder. "But if we're still out here then, we're in a lot more trouble than that," she said with a laugh, moving closer to Cassie.
"Your friends didn't try and follow you?" She asked, not quite sneering but taunting that closeness Cassie had with the other two.
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"I imagine we'll be back in plenty of time. Unless of course it takes unnaturally long for one of us to catch the thing," she grinned.
Cassi shook her head; not taking the bait. "No, they haven't asked and I haven't volunteered the information." If they were really curious, they could check the map but Hermione seemed to keep Ron entertained well enough, Cassi wasn't worried. "So, are we doing this or not," she asked with a raised eyebrow and a little smirk.
She had to admit, she actually started to look forward to these evenings.
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Still smiling, she dropped her hand to her side and then tossed the snitch skyward with a wink, swinging onto her brooom as soon as the golden snitch left her hand.
"Good luck. You'll need it."
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"You're not going to say when I catch the snitch before you," she said, preparing to fly off. "What do you say? Best two out of three?"
This was why she didn't talk about these nights with her friends. They wouldn't understand. They didn't have to understand.
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"Then three out of five," she called out over her shoulder, circling the pitch and looking for the tell tale sign of gold glinting in the dying light of day to show her where the snitch was.
It was fun, lighthearted. None of the pressure that being Draco Malfoy put on her. She just got to be a seeker, and have fun. She loved that about these nights.
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"I'm surprised no one follows you out of the castle," she called to her and started off in a direction. She had yet to see the snitch but that wasn't surprising. Cassie was simply enjoying the flight in general.
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It wouldn't do them any good to sneak out if others saw them flying around the pitch as they were.
"How do you sneak out?" She couldn't help but wonder that as well, not looking toward Cassie, watching for the snitch even as they chatted.
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Not that she doubted it, but she was glad that Draco had thought of the same precautions as she did.
"I have my methods," she said, her tone taking on a teasing tone. Namely the invisibility cloak that her father had left her. "They don't even know that I'm gone. If they do, they assume I'm wanting to be left alone."
It had happened often enough at least.
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"How did you end up in that house anyway?"
Laughing as he shifted her weight, sending her broom nose down and skimming the pitch just barely above the grass.
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