Hrmine r u there?

'No! I'm in class!'

Harry prodded me questioningly. "Cassandra's texting me" I mouthed. Turning my attention back to Professor Flitwick, I ignored my phone vibrating again. But it didn't let up until we were out of class.

"Who was texting you so much?" Harry asked. Ron leaned in for a closer look as I checked my inbox.

What class?

Hey, don't ignore me!

I'm eating lunch.

What class?!

I need to talk to you!

Text me!

I sighed and texted back.

'Geez, do you not know me at all? I can't text in class! I'm too busy paying attention like a good little girl!'

Okay, okay, what class were you in, though?

"Harry! She wants to know what class I was in! What do I tell her?" I asked frantically. He thought for a moment.

"Hmm, Charms . . . Advanced Physics!" I kissed him on the cheek, earning a glare from Ron.

"Harry, you're a genius!"

'Advanced Physics'

Well, that's why I'm not at that school *teehee* anyway I need to talk to you

'I'm on my way to my next class. I'll call you at lunch, ok?'

Ok.

"What was all that about?" Ron asked.

"Cassandra wants to talk to me. Looks like I'll have to spend lunch at the Slytherin table again!" They both groaned, but smiled.

"Hey, maybe we should sit next to you! That would be an interesting turn of events . . . plus we could protect you from those creepy snakes!" Ron suggested.

"Aw, you would brave the Slytherin table just for me?" I asked, wrapping my arm around him and kissing him on the cheek. He threw a conceited glance at Harry, who laughed. "I would love it!" And, thus, we made our way to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Everyone was really anxious to meet the crazy toad lady that had been introduced at the feast.

Later, at lunch . . .

"What a total nutter!" Ron said. "I can't believe she contradicted you right to your face!" I hurried over to the Slytherin table, earning a few groans from the students there. Once again, I found the hot spot; right next to Draco Malfoy.

"Scoot!" I demanded, shoving him.

"Granger, wh-" he protested. But I shushed him loudly as I dialed the phone number and squeezed in between Harry and Ron.

"Okay, what do you need?"

"It's James. He's been following me around all week asking about you."

"And?"

"Well, I kind of let it slip that you had your phone with you." I groaned. "So now he keeps begging me to give him your number."

"You didn't give it to him, did you?"

"No, no, but I promised I would ask you about it."

"NO! No! Absolutely not! Do NOT give him my number! Tell him if he has anything to say to me, he can give a letter to my parents and they'll mail it to me."

"Ugh, okay, but if he keeps bugging me I'm gonna punch him in the face."

I grabbed something on the table and shoved it in my mouth.

"Listen, are you going out with Derek?"

"Don't talk with your mouth full! Yes, by the way, I am. Why? Did Natalie tell you? What did she say?"

"Well, she said she's mad at you 'cause she's still upset about the break up, and she thinks you should be more sensitive."

"She said that?"

"More or less."

"What does that mean?"

"I paraphrased! Anyway, she was just upset. I talked to her and she's not mad anymore, but that was kind of mean."

"Why? She broke up with him, so he was free game!"

"Actually, he broke up with her, so she still likes him." I rolled my eyes at Harry, hoping that I was more mature than this. "Anyway, I have to go. Call you later." Walking back to the Gryffindor table, I decided that if I was going to get any privacy, I would need to find another place with good service, as the entire Slytherin table, half of the Gryffindors, and a lot of the Ravenclaws had watched intently as I scolded my friend over the phone.

Such an opportunity came later when I was walking down the hall, heading back from the library. My pocket vibrated, so I held it up and walked around, looking for bars. When I found them in a windowsill, I pouted. Sitting in the window, flipping through the pages of a library book, sat Draco Malfoy. He stopped and looked up at me.

"Do you have some force around you that connects you to cell phone towers?" I asked, annoyed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he snapped.

"It's supposed to mean that every time I find bars in this place, YOU'RE THERE!" I snapped back, but I sat down next to him and started texting Holli.

"Okay, what is that thing?" he asked as though I were holding some sort of squid.

"It's a cell phone. You use it to talk to people, and you can also send words to each other. By the way, I'm sure you won't find anything in that book," I said, pointing to the open book in his lap.

"Like I would want to read anything about muggles!" he almost shouted.

"Aw, come on, I bet if you tried real hard, and with a lot of practice, you could start reading Dr. Seuss," I said sarcastically. Draco sat silently for a moment, watching me.

"Let me see it."

"No! It's fragile!" I said, disgusted.

Who R U talkin 2?

'Draco Malfoy; My Slytherin worst enemy ever!'

Is he the 1 u thawt was hawt?

'WHAT?! NATALIE TOLD YOU?!'

IS HE?

'. . . maybe'

OMG send me a pic!

I smiled slyly to myself before turning my camera on and snapping a picture faster than Malfoy could react.

"Ah! What did you do?!"

"Easy, I just took your picture!" I said laughing.

"With that?"

"No, Draco, I did it with my nose!" I said sarcastically. The picture was pretty hot: he was looking down at the book, not smirking or sneering or anything, and one of his hands was pushing his bangs out of his face.

"Why did you take a picture of me?" he asked, making a grab for the phone. I pulled it out of his reach.

"Because my friend wants to know if you're as ugly as I say!"

"Don't show anyone! Get rid of it!" But I had already sent it.

OMG that guy is HAWT!

"Come on, at least let me look at it!" Draco said. I pulled it up and shoved it in his face. He looked utterly perplexed.

"How come it's not moving?"

"Duh, muggle pictures don't move!"

"That's dumb."

"No it's not. It's the beauty of capturing that one simple moment! See? Would you be able to enjoy that if it was moving?" I asked, showing him a picture of a girl doing a jump on her skateboard, with her hair flying around her. The picture was interrupted by another text.

You should go out with him! It'll be totally Romeo and Juliet!

I blushed. Draco kept pestering me. "What does it say? Is that your friend?"

"Yes, she says you're uglier than I said you were!" I stuck my nose in the air childishly. He snatched my phone away in my moment of distraction and read the text.

(A/N my cat keeps distracting me!)

"Who's Romeo and Juliet?" he asked, bizarrely interested.

"Oh, you wouldn't like them, they're" I looked around and leaned in like I was about to say a dirty word, hissing "muggles."

"Oh, yeah, I was just . . ." I pulled out the book of Romeo and Juliet that I had in my bag for no reason and left it on the windowsill before heading off to Gryffindor tower without another word.