I don't own Harry Potter, I wish I did but I don't. Especially George. The things I would do to that boy...

The dates are wrong, I know, sorry! But in short, Ron and Cassidy are the same age, and Cassidy here is 14 (going on 15). Enjoy

2003 – February 13th

"If someone told me two years ago that I'd be this happy I would have told them that they were crazy," Cassidy thought as she mulled over the past two years at Hogwarts during History of Magic, trying to ignore the ghosts droning voice, "I'm glad I was wrong though."
She was jerked out of her revere by the sound of scraping stools and relived sighs, and slid off the stool and waited patiently for Hermione who was still trying to scrape all the scrolls of parchment into her bag. She sighed again and tapped her fingers impatiently on the desk, all she wanted was a cigarette. The past two years be they good – but they'd still got to her.

George leaned on the doorframe outside Cassidy's class and spotted her straight away, it was difficult not to. Not only because she was the only person in Hogwarts with baggy black jumpers and clunky patent black boots, or the dark makeup – it wasn't even her piercings. It was her beauty. Over the years although she may not have had that growth spurt everyone was waiting for, she had still grown very nicely into her five foot three frame. Her eyes looked as if they could cut through the darkest of souls, and her lips, pouted into a slightly impish grin, a dimple on her left cheek was beyond stunning.
'George,' she grinned, as she walked over, Hermione and George nodding politely at each other, their relationship was strained at the best of times.
Hermione tapped Cassidy on the shoulder and said something about heading over to the library and with one other tense nod exchanged from both her and George, Hermione was gone, leaving him and Cassidy alone together walking through the halls of Hogwarts.
'Where's Fred?' she asked quietly as they hit the outside air, she pushed her hair behind her ears, pulling herself up onto the wall smiling at him serenely.
'He's getting to uh... know Angelina a bit better,' he laughed pulling himself up next to Cassidy, poking her in the sides as she brought the cigarette up to her lips and with a flick of her wand, lit it perfectly. She blew the smoke from between her lips and looked at George playfully, cocking her head to the side.
'What's the matter?'
'Smoking kills,' he said, running a hand through his messy ginger hair, not quiet daring to meet her eyes.
She played with her web piercing for a few seconds before she replied, twisting it so she could clench it between her teeth, before saying quietly, 'you've got to die of something.'
George nudged her and broke the tension with a grin, waving his arm, indicating at all the decor inside and out of the castle, 'what do you think about all of this then?' Glancing at her before taking back in the sights of the castle in its pre Valentine's Day glory. All of the candle light had been charmed to give a slight pinkish light off of it, with rose petals slowly raining down with cherubs flying about everywhere, personally George thought it was a bit much.
'It's sickening,' mumbled Cassidy, 'I mean can you say too much? It's tacky, annoying and,' she took another drag of her cigarette hanging limp between her fingers before continuing, 'frankly it's stupid.'
'Ever the ray of sunshine you are,' George laughed, tucking a loose curl behind her ears as he couldn't help but to glance down at her legs – her jumper and school skirt was riding slowly up her leg and was already revealing more than usual, and George just couldn't help it, she had indeed grown up nicely.
'Pfft, I think it's just that I'm bitter, I'm alone aren't I, on my birthday too,' she laughed sourly and rested her head on Georges shoulder, taking a long drag before saying quietly, 'who are you taking tomorrow?'
'No one,' he grinned, putting his arm around her, pulling her small frame closer to him, their bodies fitting perfectly and George couldn't help to plant a kiss on her forehead and he chastised himself straight away for it. If only Fred was here to scold him now, they'd both noticed Georges ever growing feelings for her, and although Fred wasn't against it, Fred only did see her as his baby sitter so when George was around Cassidy like this, to Fred he was a threat.

This is short and crappy. But I'm working on my big cute&drunk Valentines day chapter.

Anything you want to see in there. Except all the cuteness I'll try and rope in.

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And sorry xox