[HP] Missy and Mischief

George scowled, looking at their folded hands across a long table.He seemed to lose interest in the half-eaten breakfast, pushed the plate to the table, turned and left the auditorium without hesitation.

"What the hell is he doing," Ron asked, "what does it have to do with him?"

"Yes, yes, it has nothing to do with George, it has more to do with you." Fred said sarcastically.

"Huh? Although I think she is pretty, but—"

"Shut up, you stupid big fool, or you won't even be able to wear ladies' dresses..." said Fred, "but I advise you to hurry up, or the good girls will be picked *."

He shot a few sparks at Ron menacingly from the tip of his wand, then hurried off after George.

They all left, and Ron looked away from the long Slytherin table and looked at Harry through the large amount of food on the table.

"We should do something about it too...invite someone. Fred said so. We don't want to end up dancing with a couple of ugly people.*"

Hermione raised her eyebrows high, looking angry and unbelievable, and her voice stuttered: "I'm sorry, a pair, a pair of what...?"

"Well, you know what I mean, Hermione," said Ron, shrugging his shoulders disapprovingly, "I'd rather go to the dance alone than find--say, Heloise Mead root."

Harry originally wanted to tell Ron what George was angry about, but the fighting between his good friends successfully diverted his attention.

He calmed down and said, "Actually, Heloise is also quite beautiful. Her acne has gotten better recently..."

Ron retorted: "Her nose is a little crooked."

"Oh, I see," said Hermione, thoroughly exasperated, "so at the end of the day, you wanted to invite the most beautiful girl who would accept you, even if she was from Slytherin or Beauxbatons? "

"Er - yeah, pretty much all right," said Ron.

"Very well, I understand." Hermione said angrily, then picked up her heavy schoolbag, walked quickly towards the library without saying a word.

………………

Cassandra stood on the cast-iron covered bridge, blowing the wind. When the sun was setting, few students would pass by here.She could see the entire Black Lake with the mountains stretching in the distance, and the deep and dangerous Forbidden Forest.

The black lake surrounding Hogwarts is calm and has small waves. The afterglow of the setting sun falls on the water, reflecting the dazzling golden water waves. The world seems to be silent.

Suddenly, her attention was attracted by a pair of young people chatting beside the black lake.The tall, strong boy seemed to be very persistent. He chased a shaggy-haired witch to the edge of the black lake, and seemed to be begging her with his head down.

It's really romantic, it seems that instead of Christmas, it's spring overnight...

The sound of their conversation came to Cassandra's ears with the wind, and the boy's English had an obvious German accent, which was very weird: "...H-M-En, can I call you that...the dance... Would you like to..."

And the girl seemed taken aback, and stammered: "What, are you sure it's me? Well... If you're not looking for the wrong person, I mean, well... I agree."

Cassandra finally belatedly recognized them as Viktor Krum, the always sullen warrior of Durmstrang, and Hermione Granger, Miss Gryffindor know-it-all .

She changed her position to blow the wind with great interest, and the evening wind blew through her long, brilliant blond hair, revealing a smooth forehead, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

Krum insisted on using his not-so-proficient English, and chatted with Hermione a few more times, probably because he had noticed her a long time ago, and had a good impression of her, a smart, studious and beautiful English witch.Hermione clenched her hands uneasily, she could see that she was inexperienced with the suitor's gestures of admiration, she faltered, blushed, and only said thank you, as if Lockhart was fooling a crazy book fan ——

This silly girl.Cassandra thought.She has long been experienced in dealing with these problems. She just needs to ignore their confession and refuse all gifts from unknown sources, and they will naturally retreat.

Terrence was an accident.

"Anyway—that's it, I have other things to do." Hermione muttered some scattered words vaguely, and then deliberately walked to another place under Krum's gaze.

She saw Cassandra standing lazily on the covered bridge, her eyes lit up, and she ran towards her almost immediately.

"—See you next time, Her-mione!" Krum yelled from a distance behind her, frowning.

"Looks like there's a reason why Mr. Kroom is always in the library," Cassandra teased, "bright and charming Miss Granger."

Hermione ran up to her out of breath, and was taken aback when she heard this, her face flushed with embarrassment, and she muttered: "You heard that! Well——if you were standing here in the first place, you could indeed hear— — Well, he said he really wasn't there to read."

"I thought you'd go to the ball with Potter, or that little Weasley," Cassandra said, "because the three of you are always inseparable."

"I thought about going to the ball with Ron, but..." Hermione stopped talking decisively, as if covering something, "By the way, I was indeed looking for you, because Fred and George said they were looking for you Something, but I can't find you anywhere in the castle."

"Oh, let them wait then," said Cassandra impatiently. "Am I their own house-elf? Must be at the beck and call of honorable Mr. Weasleys?"

Hermione seemed to be quite critical of the house-elf remarks, but she didn't dare to promote the "House-Elf Liberation Front" in front of a Slytherin, after all, they were almost synonymous with privilege.

"The-then why are you friends with the twins?" said Hermione. "You look more like a Ravenclaw than a Gryffindor—I mean, in terms of studies."

"Are you talking about yourself, Her-mi-en?" Cassandra said, in a rather mean tone. "Why did you ever think of going to the ball with little Mr. Weasley? That's why I went with them." Staying together...is like falling out of a snake's nest into a mole's hole, ha!"

Hermione stared at her blankly, as if she was stunned by the huge amount of information in this sentence.

Randomly, she seemed to come to her senses, and said in a low voice, "...Yeah, but it took Ron three years to find no one around him, but someone else noticed. I'm actually a good girl."

They stood side by side on the covered bridge over the lake, watching the big and round orange sun dye the clouds in the sky into brilliant gold.

"Are all the Weasley boys like this?" Cassandra whispered, her emerald green pupils reflected the light of the setting sun, hiding something she couldn't understand. "They can be dependable and enthusiastic when needed, but when you're hoping, they're suddenly far away..."

"Always," said Hermione.

"But after you promised Krum, you found yourself thinking about him, didn't you?" Cassandra looked at her, "I know you think so..."

Because so is she.

"But the saddest thing is, I don't even have a reason to be angry," Hermione told her, "He never even saw me as a - a girl of a different gender, not just to accompany them on their adventures Noisy friend. And you—”

"And I thought there was something between us," Cassandra said. "To be precise, I thought something was different."

She finally revealed her obscure feelings to a witch who was also known for her intelligence.It was like letting go of a huge boulder pressing on her chest, but without its cover, she felt empty in her heart, and the wind would pour in and blow past at any moment.

They were silent, standing on the covered bridge, watching together the last bit of sunset also fell below the horizon, and the night was getting closer.Cassandra felt a pang of sadness, not for Fred or George, but for herself... If she was open and brave enough, wouldn't she have missed it all?

She did nothing wrong, George did nothing wrong, and Fred did nothing wrong. The relationship between them could have been pure and happy, but feelings are not something that can be controlled casually.Cassandra once thought that she was strong enough to betray the shackles from her family and get rid of the curse imposed on her by thunder and lightning, but in the end she still wanted to share the pain, happiness, and her fear and helplessness with others.

She bid farewell to Hermione and embarked on the way back to the dormitory, with a glimmer of hope buried in her heart.

If they suddenly appeared in front of her like they were in the Forbidden Forest...

The author has something to say:

This chapter contains a large number of original plots, which can be regarded as the bud of Roch's feelings.

I don’t want money to sprinkle sugar at the beginning of the next chapter, I’ll post four!

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