Cassiopeia Malfoy

Chapter Seventeen

I woke up on the couch of the Common Room, using George's leg as a pillow. He had his hand propping up his head and was snoring. Quite loudly, might I add. I gently snaked off his leg and took a throw pillow to his head, waking him up in an instant. I smacked him with it again, now that he was up.

"What the hell was that for?" He asked, smiling.

"That was for picking me up last night." Whap.

He snatched up the pillow and started beating me with it gently. Then he switched to tickling my stomach, where my bruises resided.

"Ah!" I shrieked, laughing. "George, s-stop."

He continued to tickle me mercilessly until he pressed down on my belly to hard and heard my sharp intake of air.

"What? What's wrong?" Concerned George, always wondering; I could play this off. No one would ever know.

"Nothing. Why?"

"You just gasped."

"No I didn't."

"Yes, you did." He insisted. "Cass, is there something you're not telling us?"

Flashback to the Hospital Wing with Ginny and CeCe, they said the same thing. I hesitated slowly and looked at the ceiling, moving my eyes back and forth. "No."

George gave me a look but I promised that I told him everything bad that had happened to me. I was crossing my fingers.

"What's the date?" I questioned.

"October thirteenth."

"Yes! The first Hogsmeade trip is today." I extracted from my memory.

"Get out." George cheered.

"Why in Merlin's name are you up so early?" Fred asked, coming down the stairs with Harry and Ron, followed closely behind by Hermione, CeCe and Gin. "Especially you?" His eyes pinned with mine. "And why are you in the same close from yes-you didn't." He glared at George.

George rolled his eyes. "We did and it was so hot and it was great. Tons of snogging." He teased Fred, chuckling as his twin's face went redder than his hair.

I rolled my eyes, went over to Harry, gave him a quick kiss and quickly latched onto his side. "Hogsmeade today."

"Yes!" Ginny and CeCe high-fived and Ron and Hermione were already making a list of places to go.

"So, everybody Three Broomsticks then we can split up and do their own thing?" Fred checked, making sure everyone was up for it.

Voices rang out in agreement and suddenly all of my friends were making plans. Harry wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me close. He put his mouth to my ear and whispered, "Sprintwiches, Honeyduke's, then the Shrieking Shack for some….privacy?"

I giggled quietly and rested my head on his shoulder. "Afterwards we hit up: Zonko's, Tomes and Scrolls, and Dominic's Maestro."

"Deal." He kissed my forehead and walked with me to the stairs before we went our separate ways to get dressed.

Author's Note: Did I take too long? Also, did you notice Fred's reaction? Yep. And now you're scrolling up to find it. And now you're smiling. And this chapter was a bit fluffy. I started working on this after I published the last one.

-Julie