[HP] Missy and Mischief

Cassandra felt as if she had had a long, long dream, but when she awoke, she forgot what had happened in the dream, as if the dreamy night was a deep, dark place in which she hid. pool of water.She sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the empty wooden four-poster bed frame opposite, feeling a sense of loss for no reason.

—and she didn't even know what she was missing.

Obviously she has applied for private accommodation with Professor Snape since the first year, hasn't she?Moreover, Head Slytherin asked her sarcastically, if he wanted to live in a single dormitory in the first year, would he need to fill up the Black Lake in the future to accommodate Miss Wolflin's ridiculously large luggage.

But fortunately, he agreed, and since then Cassandra has lived a comfortable and solitary college life.

She rubbed her eyes, and felt that she had slept for too long, and her brain even had a dull pain when thinking about these issues, so she simply didn't care.

Fred and George were back at Hogwarts before the Christmas holidays were over, still wearing blue sweaters with a capital "G" and "F" (Cassandra thought in her heart that this sweater was not It looks good, but she didn't expect that Mrs. Weasley also gave her one with a "C", and she suddenly felt that it was not unacceptable).

They ran over excitedly and gave Cassandra this year's Christmas gift - a magic crystal ball made by the two of them, which contained a miniature version of The Burrow. The seasons change, from verdant summer to snowy winter—and with it a decision.

"What does that mean?" Cassandra inevitably raised her voice.

They were standing on the covered bridge covered in snow, with the black lake and rolling mountains in the distance. Her voice might startle the birds in normal times, but now it was isolated between the three of them by the snow curtain.

"Sinnix was poking around the school trying to figure out a way for the Death Eaters to get into Hogwarts...he even found the Honeydukes route," Fred said. Hey, he popped up from behind the one-eyed witch, and then stuffed his head down into the disappearing cabinet on the second floor."

"You two will receive a warning letter from the Ministry of Magic." Cassandra said, arms folded.

"He'd have to get his head fucked out of nowhere we don't know if he wanted to sue," said George coldly, "and we've never been fired because we knew where to draw the line— Although occasionally a toe will be crossed."

"But we always stop before we make a big mess," went on Fred.

Cassandra suddenly had a bad premonition: "So, now you want to do something big and get fired?"

"That's right," Fred explained patiently, "We feel our future lies beyond academic achievement..."

"And voluntary withdrawal is not considered expulsion." George chimed in.

Cassandra said in disbelief: "So I have to accept that my boyfriend didn't finish school?"

"But your boyfriends have full-time jobs," George said. "We're being our own bosses."

Cassandra took a deep breath, and her voice became uncontrollably sharp: "Would your family agree? I remember that Mrs. Weasley didn't support your prank business in the first place—"

Fred glanced at George and said, "They'll agree."

George: "I thought you'd support us."

Cassandra suddenly felt that the Christmas present in her hand was heavy. She raised her head and looked directly at them with dark green eyes, "I thought we could spend our last year at Hogwarts together! The female student union The chairman and the two successful Diagon Alley bosses, each representing the college at the graduation ceremony—”

"...there's always an opportunity in the future," said Fred weakly. "We've spent enough time at school to figure out what the average Hogwarts student wants to buy from the joke shop." What, carefully identify our research results, and then produce products that meet the needs—"

"The most important thing is that we want to leave the school and be an outpost of the Order of the Phoenix in Diagon Alley," George said, looking at her with calm blue eyes. "After Dad's accident, we thought a lot, but in conclusion It can only be said in one sentence - some right things are worth paying for. Of course, this does not mean that the two of us are going to set off fireworks in the bed of the mysterious person right now..."

"I don't think I will ever understand your great spirit of sacrifice." Cassandra desperately suppressed her feelings, she said with difficulty: "Why can't you stay in Hogwarts like other ordinary students? Even Potter stayed at school, under the protection of Dumbledore..."

"'Other quiet students', huh?" Fred said with a smile as if he had heard some funny joke: "But we are born to be such adventurous people. Think about it, if the entire British wizarding community Fallen, who are we going to sell our joke products to?"

"You two will be found dead in the gimmick workshop!" Cassandra said tremblingly, and she couldn't help thinking of a lot of images soaked in memories.It was old Crouch who was lying in St. Mungory's mentally disturbed, Mr. Weasley who was lying on the cold ground covered in blood, and Voldemort with slender and terrifying pupils...

She yearns for the bravery of Fred and George, but she fears the consequences of being brave... Cassandra closes her eyes, forcing back tears.

"Oh, your tone sounds like our mother."

Cassandra shook off George's hand on her shoulder, looked at them deeply, her eyes were full of exhaustion that could not be resolved: "You are humiliating me. If you insist on this, I think we should separate Calm down."

There was a dead silence between them.

The moment the word "separate" was uttered, Fred and George were stunned, looked at each other almost at a loss for a few seconds, and then said together: "...Let's make up, Cassande pull."

"No." Cassandra uttered the word through her pursed lips, and turned her head away. "Let's go, I want to be alone for a while."

The voice behind disappeared.

She still said it herself, as if she had completely opened her chest, allowing the cold and howling wind to pour into her chest, making a clattering sound.

Their differences have been there from the beginning.

"If you want me to say, this is a very wise choice." A smooth voice said.

Cassandra turned her head and found that in a row of static landscape paintings and portraits hanging in the corridor, a middle-aged man with a goatee had turned into a canvas of a girl holding flowers.Not only did he not have the consciousness of prying into other people's privacy, but he even talked to himself about the content of their debate.

"I suppose you have to be brave to be a Gryffindor, don't you?" he said, stroking his sleek goatee. If we have a chance, we will always choose to save our lives. I guess you are a student of the Snake Academy?"

"The Sorting Hat sent me to Slytherin without touching my hair," said Cassandra coldly, her voice still a little husky, "but I didn't just want to save my life. The Dark Lord has seen If my face is not separated, those two red-haired warriors will be killed."

"Oh? I see. It's not about running away, but a common saying for Slytherin to protect himself." He was still stroking his beard.

"Phineas Nigellus," said Cassandra, narrowing her eyes, reading out the cursive signature in the lower right corner of the canvas, "you are the most unpopular Headmaster for a reason. "

"Impolite girl." Phineas Nigellus raised a thin black eyebrow, looking at her back, feeling offended.

He would often slip out of the picture frame in the principal's office when he was bored, and watch the excitement in Hogwarts. He vaguely remembered that such a quarrel happened 20 years ago, but the identities of the two parties were quite different at that time. ——The girl with red hair is a Gryffindor girl, and the cold and stubborn boy is a Slytherin boy.

"Let me see where there is still activity... Oh, the men's room on the fifth floor? Interesting." Phineas muttered and disappeared from the canvas again.

On the other hand, Harry returned to the common room from dinner alone in the Great Hall.Ron ate the vomit candy from the Twins' Quick Skip Candy line for ten galleons of experimentation fees, and now he's throwing up badly, hugging the bathroom sink like a second-year spitting slug.Hermione said he asked for it, and stayed in the library angrily to review.

But when he reached the fifth floor, he keenly heard the hissing conversation of the snake-shaped handle on the escalator: "In the bathroom... Hiss... Myrtle persuaded him to die together..."

The combination of the three words "lavatory", "myrtle" and "death" immediately touched Harry's sensitive nerves.Without thinking, he turned his head and walked to the corridor next to him, but the door of the bathroom was closed tightly, and he couldn't hear anything.

He gently pushed the door open a crack.

Draco Malfoy was leaning on the edge of the sink, his tall and thin body with his back to the door hunched over, his pale blond hair messily hanging down his cheeks.Harry suddenly felt as though he had never used hairspray again.

"Come on... if you'll tell me what it is... I'd love to talk to you," said Weeping Myrtle in a voice of the utmost tenderness, "well... if things really come to the worst, I would like to share my bathroom with you... We can chat all the time after becoming a ghost, hehehe."

"You can't help me." Draco said, he was trembling all over, but his voice was full of determination, "My family's manor is now completely occupied, if I go back now...he will punish me...more than I Father's fate was even more miserable..."

Harry opened his mouth in shock.

It never occurred to him that he would one day see Malfoy crying—tears streaming down his pointy jaw into the dirty pool.Never before had he looked so pale and haggard, almost like a ghost.

"Who?!" Feeling being watched, Draco suddenly raised his head and saw a pair of amazing green eyes in the broken mirror, "Get out!"

There was an involuntary "Stupfy" from his wand, and Harry instinctively drew his wand to defend himself.Draco's spell missed a bit, smashing the wall lamp behind Harry, and Harry's spell was also blocked by Draco, who raised his wand again—

"Stop it! You're going to mess this place up!" screamed Moaning Myrtle, but both boys told her to "go away" in chorus, and she dove angrily down the toilet pipe, splashing Splashes all over the place.

With a bang, the dustbin behind Harry exploded, and he tried to use the Leg-lock Charm, but just passed Draco, blasting the toilet bowl that Myrtle had just slipped into, and more water splashed Coming out, Draco had just chanted "Oolong out of the hole" when he slipped and fell into the extending puddle.

Harry immediately ordered the snake to "stay there" in Parseltongue. The hissing sound echoed in the empty bathroom, and Draco couldn't help shivering.

—It sounded too much like the lord ordering his serpent to swallow the corpse.

What the hell, he was seen by the savior at his most embarrassing and weakest moment.

Draco smiled self-mockingly, let go of his grip on his wand, and lay quietly on the cold ground... His white shirt was wet with sewage, and the wound made by ceramic shards also fainted There was a bloodstain.

"Do not--"

Shocked, Harry threw himself on his knees beside Draco.He thought the blood on Malfoy's body was the result of his spell - the golden-haired bastard's pale face matched with the blood, the impact was really strong - anyway, he tried to unbutton Malfoy's shirt and find the blood mouth.

"Potter, what are you doing!" Draco said through gritted teeth, he had to tug at his collar to guard his poor wet clothes.

"You need to go to the hospital hospital!" said Harry nervously, dumbfounded by what he'd done, barely aware that he too was in the sewage and had Draco's blood on his hands.

"...Saint Potter," Draco muttered softly, covering his gray eyes, "are you so kind to everyone?"

Harry stared at him, realizing that he was indeed not "seriously injured", but lying here out of his own will, let go of his uneasiness, and looked mockingly at this man who had been trying to make trouble for him since entering school. Asshole, "No, I'm just used to being responsible for what I do."

They fell silent for a moment.Draco seemed to be discerning how truthful his words were, and he curled his lips: "What if you have no choice? What if the things you are facing are irresponsible?"

"...I don't know how you feel. But you are always responsible for yourself, didn't old Malfoy teach you this?" Harry looked down at him, those green eyes were still full of vitality, "I don't think you will be under more pressure than me... The friends around me can't understand what I am panicking at all, but everyone puts expectations on one person, then he can only force himself to move forward...Because If not, people I love will die."

He was surprised to find that the two of them were able to talk without quarreling and humiliating each other, and staying in a dilapidated bathroom with the noble Master Malfoy was really unpredictable.

Master Malfoy's calmness only lasted almost 3 minutes.He lowered his arms and glared at Saint Potter, as if he had just said that he was honored to be the savior and that he was going to save the wizarding world next.He stared at Harry with a strange, deep look.

Perhaps only Merlin knew that the thought that flashed through his mind just now was "If you will protect all the people you love, then..."

Some strange force made Draco sit up with his arms propped up.Now he was face to face with Harry - he made a gesture he couldn't even explain - and he gave Potter a hug, if that could really be called a hug.

They both froze.

Then, the blond Slytherin fled.

——Fortunately, it was very late, and few people saw his panicked appearance, but when he walked into the Slytherin common room, Draco found a slender black figure sitting with his back to the fireplace .

The shiny blond hair flowing faintly reveals her identity, Cassandra.

"Is life always this painful," Draco whispered, half of his face hidden in the darkness, "or is it just now?"

Cassandra didn't look back.

"Always."

The author has something to say:

*I don’t know if anyone has noticed this conversation about dropping out of school. It pays tribute to the YoungSheldonS5E03 episode, George who has excellent business talent in another universe and also wants to drop out of school;

*Affected by Forget Nothing, Cassandra's mood is very unstable, and amnesia will make people uneasy;

*Here's a word to describe Draco that I think fits well...

[I give you my pain, my darkness, my restlessness, I try to impress you with fear, danger, failure]

*The last sentence is originally from Matilda and Leon.

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