[HP] Missy and Mischief

Time stood still at this moment.Cassandra stared blankly at Fred, who was pushed away by her, as if unaware of what had happened.

And Fred also froze in place, and it took a moment to realize what they had just done, and asked cautiously, "That was a kiss..."

"Shut up." Cassandra lowered her head as if evading, not daring to face his scorching gaze.

She could clearly feel that the tips of her ears were hot and red, and there was a tendency to spread downward——

Just as they were in a stalemate, there was a sound from the direction of the door, which sounded like someone hiccupped nervously or something.

"Is that Filch?" Cassandra asked panicked.

She hadn't been caught by the administrator for a night tour yet, so she could only look at Fred for help, forgetting that her status as a prefect could save her from death, and the only people who needed to slip away were the people next to her.

"What are you doing in a daze, run!" Fred gave her an incredulous look, grabbed her hand, and led the eldest lady to the direction of the stairs of the main building.

The warm and rough hands held the slender fingers with silk gloves, and they ran wildly through Hogwarts in the middle of the night.

Under the cloak of invisibility, the savior stared dumbfounded at the golden and fiery red heads running away. ——Yes, the sound just now was that he hiccupped in fright.

Who would have thought that he, who was invited by Hagrid to go to the Forbidden Forest to explore the mysteries of the first stage of the Triwizard Tournament, just because the door of the Dueling Club was not closed tightly, he took a look out of curiosity and found something incredible... …

What is this, a real-life Romeo and Juliet?Harry told himself, I should go and talk to Ron - never mind, the bastard is still fighting, there's no need for that.

He closed the gate of the Dueling Club in a daze, turned around and walked towards the Forbidden Forest, and almost fell down.

………………

It has to be said that the batter's physical strength is really formidable.

Fredella ran all the way with Cassandra, and didn't stop until she reached the eighth floor.Thanks to the convenience provided by the moving stairs, they got rid of "Filch and Mrs. Norris who might be chasing" behind them almost unimpeded.

Cassandra was panting heavily. She had never exercised to such a degree. She could only watch in resentment as Fred nonchalantly pulled her through the door that gradually appeared on the ballet troll tapestry.

But to her surprise, the door was not as she had imagined, a hiding room full of debris and dust, a prank research and development base successfully transformed by them, but a small bedroom.

"Where is...?" she asked hesitantly.

"It's still the 'Hideout'," Fred seemed to have just realized that he had been interlocking Cassandra's fingers, let go of his hands awkwardly, and pulled a handful of hair, "In other words, we would rather Named 'House of Requirement'

"...the secret passed among you Slytherin prefects is obviously not comprehensive enough, it can not only conjure 'a place to hide', but can conjure any place you need.—We also just found out Yes, I will tell you when I plan to meet next time."

"So, this is actually the Gryffindor bedroom you imagined?" Cassandra said softly, looking up at the surrounding furnishings.

The four-poster bed was exactly the same as Slytherin's, except that the curtains changed from a dark silver-green color to a warm golden red, and even the carpet under the bed looked extra warm because of the fiery red color.The bedside is a simple solid wood chest of drawers, with some messy fireworks sticks and quills stacked on it-they are really not afraid of going off.

There are two identical bats standing in the corner, which should belong to Fred and George, and some crumpled parchment, probably written with the inspiration for their pranks before going to bed.

Fred finally managed to make his voice sound calm and normal: "Well... probably before I opened the door, I just wanted to go back to the dormitory, so the Room of Requirement only gave me a quarter of the dormitory... ..."

Cassandra is habitually picky: "Oh... a complete lion's den, and you are four people. Sure enough, it is good to have fewer people."

"Sit down and have a rest before evaluating, miss." Fred pulled her onto the soft bed and reminded: "You said eight hundred times along the way that you can't run—"

Cassandra was staggered by him, but seeing his sincere expression, she finally closed her mouth awkwardly.She could clearly feel the difference between this place and her own dormitory, the warm mattress seemed to carry his body temperature, and the warmth brought by the sunshine all year round.

The red-gold curtains were hanging down, as if the space inside and outside the four-poster bed was split in two. She was in the same space as Fred, and his whole body was surrounded by his smell.

At this moment, she remembered the unexpected kiss just now.

"Oh... not too good," Fred muttered suddenly, "Sure enough, Sirius is right, frequent Apparition may lead to split body..."

Cassandra followed his words, and was shocked to find that his eyebrow was missing one side and was slowly oozing blood at the moment-no one of them noticed this before they walked into the brightly lit place.

As if she was suddenly awakened by someone, she regained the function of speaking: "Goal, determination, calmness—in a situation where duels are so easy to distract, isn't it natural to cause separation?"

"But it was fine before!" Fred said nonchalantly, wiping away the blood on his brow bone with his sleeve.

"That's because there are adults! Black is barely an adult—looking at you!" Cassandra felt a throbbing pain in her temples, and she hadn't figured out the mess of emotions yet, but the other side The person involved was right in front of her, as if nothing had happened, and even treated his wounds roughly——

She slapped Fred's hand away, pushed him down on the bed, and resignedly found the concentrated white essence she carried with her from the cloak.

It's so ironic that the first thing to do with a habit that started with the Billywig accident was the one that caused it.

………………

Fred wasn't as peaceful as she'd imagined.

Only he himself knew that when Cassandra kissed him, the superficial touch brought him the feeling of being struck by lightning, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he had suffered a few weather spells.

It's just that he and George, who were born on April Fool's Day, have long learned to deceive people as if nothing had happened, and of course they also fooled the blonde witch very well this time.

Fred was in a trance, and the strong shock was like a depressing active volcano, and he could only try his best not to let it out.But it's useless, his brother in the Gryffindor dormitory must be tossing and turning... Who told them that their strange twin feelings can exist for a day, and their strong emotions can communicate for a day?

George now probably, no, definitely wanted to beat him up with a club.

He sighed silently inwardly, then continued to lie passively, watching Cassandra draw closer to him - dripping the pungent white fresh potion on his brow.

The smoke and the sting of wound healing caused Fred to let out a low snort, and his eyes secreted some physiological tears. In this case, he insisted on looking up at Cassand who was only a foot away from him. pull.

The light shone from behind Cassandra, seeming to add another layer of gold to her blond hair.It was clearly a backlit scene, but Fred could see the witch's face clearly.

She bit her lip, her long eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes, those eyelashes seemed to be few in number, there was also a mole of tears under her eyes, and her dark green eyes.

There seemed to be a shimmering green lake hidden in her eyes.

Fred thought clearly.

And he smelled a familiar smell, which was exactly what he couldn't think of after thinking hard.

Before that, he and George wanted to develop a mild love potion, or love potion, for which they secretly went to the old bat's storage room.

Love Potion smells like freshly planted turf on a Quidditch pitch, the scent of Mollie's exclusive secret cheese patty, the gunpowder of Dr. Philippe's fireworks explosion, and finally, a strange citrus aroma.

"Cassandra, do you wear any perfume?" he murmured sleepwalking.

She was stuffing the white fresh medicine bottle into her pocket, gave him a strange look, and replied in a low voice: "Yes, the floral fragrance...is called [Queen's Whisper]."

They didn't talk any more, and after enjoying a last weird and awkward silence, they left the Room of Requirement in silence.

But it was clear to both Fred and Cassandra that something was different.

The author has something to say:

Let's congratulate Fred first, but don't be too happy, then George.

The Queen's Whisper of Penhaligon, a Muggle fragrance that is very suitable for the love of young ladies, the top note is warm and pink mimosa, the middle note is freesia, violet and citrus, and the base note is mysterious Indian sandalwood and musk .

The background story is also very interesting... "Her extreme self-confidence and never-ending pursuit of supreme power... Her figure has left a name in history... Her story will make you look up."