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I changed the kiss part, I didn't like how it was before, I didn't feel it was true enough to the characters.

"Hey Luna!" I ran down the hallway when I spotted Luna. She waved and waited for me to reach her before she continued walking with me at her side.

"Are you going to Hogsmeade tomorrow?" she asked in her usual dreamy voice.

"I dunno, Ginny has Quidditch practice all day, and it's Valentine's Day. I was just going to stay here," I said lamely.

"Well Hermione and I will be going down. Would you like to join us?"

"Yeah, sure. I'd love to!" I hooked arms with Luna and we walked to the library together to work on our Charms essays.

I had gotten halfway through my essay when I couldn't concentrate any longer. I observed Luna who was writing feverishly with her tongue stuck out and her wand behind her ear. I smiled to myself as I twirled my wand lazily between my fingers.

"When do you reckon Harry'll teach us how to do patronuses?" Luna focused her huge eyes on me, something that had stopped bothering me in third year.

"I dunno. I wonder what my patronus would be? Perhaps a Crumple-horned Snorkack." I made a noncommittal noise of agreement and we sat in silent thought for a while. Just as I was about to return to my essay someone cleared their throat in front of us. We both looked up at the same time.

"Er, Luna do you mind if I borrow Cassie?"

"As long as you promise to return her."

"I will," Neville smiled, trying not to laugh. I stood up and pushed my chair in then followed Neville to a secluded corner of the library.

"So, tomorrow's a Hogsmeade trip," Neville said not looking at me and shifting from foot to foot.

"Yeah, I'm going down with Hermione and Luna."

"Oh. Well, I was wondering if erm-" I looked up at him expectantly. I thought I knew what was coming but tried to repress my smile and ignore the butterflies in my stomach. "Well I was wondering if you'd fancy going out to lunch with me?" A huge grin broke across my face and I felt a sudden blush forming on my cheeks.

"I would love to! I mean er, that sounds lovely," I said trying to compose myself but Neville and I were stuck grinning stupidly at each other.

"Well, alright then, do you want to meet at the Three Broomsticks around twelve?" I nodded then went back to Luna and told her everything.

"Just watch out for Cupid, Daddy knows a man that got hit with his arrow on Valentine's Day- it's extra powerful that day you see- and he's still in love with that tree!" I smiled and tried to tell Luna I'd watch out as genuinely as possible.

The next morning I joined Hermione and Luna in the Entrance Hall and we walked down to Hogsmeade together. Every store front was plastered with scowling photos of the escaped Death Eaters. I kept trying to avert my eyes but it was becoming more and more difficult with each store we entered. We ran into Fred and George who were trying to sell their Headless Hats to the Zonko's owner. When they finally gave up Lee Jordan pointed to another poster of the Death Eaters.

"Must be tough having the same last name as those lunatics," he said shaking his head.

"Yeah, but at least you're not related to them, that would be awful," said Fred's disembodied voice from behind George. I realized that Fred was standing behing George but he had on one of the Headless Hats, which was why I hadn't seen him at first. Fred's arm came up and pulled off the hat.

"Why he wouldn't want to sell these is beyond me!" said George holding up the rest of the hats.

"They really are quite clever," Hermione said quietly, but not so quietly that Fred and George missed her statement. We all looked round at her.

"My, my Miss Granger," Fred began.

"Starting to change your mind about Weasley's Wizard Wheezes?" George finished. Hermione shrugged. As we left Zonko's, Hermione put a hand on my shoulder and pulled me under an awning to stay out of the rain.

"If they're your parents, Cass, you know it won't make a difference to me."

"Who? The Lestrange's? Well it's not like you're anything like them," Luna said matter-of-factly. I looked at Luna who was watching the rain fall then at Hermione who was looking back intently.

"They are, but please don't tell anyone! The only other people who know are Draco and Ginny." Hermione suddenly pulled me into a tight hug and Luna watched with a smile.

"Now let's go to the pub, Luna and I have someone to meet." Hermione led the way down the street to the Three Broomsticks.

A bitter looking Rita Skeeter, former journalist for the Daily Prophet, met us not long after our arrival in the Three Broomsticks.

"Hello," Rita stuck out a hand, "Don't believe I know who you are."

"Erm Cassie."

"Oh, you're quite pretty. Are you friends with Harry too?" Hermione shot Rita a warning look and I decided not to answer at all. We sat awkwardly in silence while Rita worked her way through two glasses of Fire Whiskey until Harry arrived. They were going to have Rita interview Harry. I don't know what Hermione had on Rita but it seemed like Rita would do the interview whether or not she wanted to. I looked at my watch to see it was almost twelve.

"Well, this was, er, lovely, but I've got to go meet Neville. See you!" Luna smiled distantly and Hermione smiled knowingly. Harry just kept looking slightly harassed. Rita didn't seem to care at all. I searched the pub for Neville who I realized was sitting alone in a booth across the room. He was ringing his hands and looking nervous. I smiled knowing I had done that. I approached slowly.

"Hey."

"Hi Cassie!" Neville stood up until I took my own seat. What a gentleman. We chatted comfortably for the rest of the afternoon and enjoyed some fish and chips. All I could think was oh no now I'll have fish breath!

"Can you just excuse me really quick?" Neville nodded and I slid out of the booth and hurried over to Hermione as fast as I could, but the pub was crowded. I knelt down beside her and asked if she had a mint. She cocked her eyebrow and I knew she was looking over at Neville.

"Looks like he had the same idea, here you go." I took the mints and looked over my shoulder quickly to see Neville pop two mints into his mouth. I laughed then did the same.

"Thanks, you're a life saver!" I ran back to the booth and slid back in before Neville got the chance to stand up again. I placed my hands on the table and couldn't help but smile when Neville took the hint and held my hands. We looked away from each other blushing. But when we looked back at each other we locked our gazes.

"Cassiopeia, I really, really like you." I blushed at the use of my full name. My cheeks were starting to hurt from all my smiling.

"I really, really like you too Neville." His ears turned bright red and I knew what was on his mind because it was on mine too. The awkward silence stretched on for what felt like forever. I was fighting with myself internally. I wanted to kiss Neville, and I knew he still wasn't brave enough to just... go for it. But then again, neither was I. I opened my mouth to speak, then changed my mind and leaned in quick to kiss Neville on the lips.

"YES!" Neville and I broke apart to see Hermione standing across the room with a victorious fist in the air. Everyone around stopped to look at her. She blushed, waved awkwardly at us, then moved that hand up through her hair to hide her wave, and sat down quickly. I could hear Luna's bell-like laugh from our booth. Neville and I turned to face each other again. Our hands were still intertwined and we were still leaning into each other. At the exact same moment we laughed. Hard. I found it hard to stop and Neville exclaimed, "My face hurt from laughing so much!"

"Maybe we should call it a day," and with that Neville left money on the table (he refused to let me pay, yet again, such a gentleman) and we returned to the castle.

Harry's interview in Luna's dad's newspaper The Quibbler spread like wildfire. That fact that Umbridge banned it made everyone want to read it more. Everywhere you went students were talking about it in hushed voices, and most of those people seemed to finally believe Harry. I believed him from the second Dumbledore talked to us last year. Especially because once I got home Grandmamma would not stop talking about it and how much better everything would be.

"Soon you won't have to share Hogwarts with blood traitors, mudbloods, and half breeds!" And Uncle Lucius was terrible at being subtle. He would often discuss business trips he and Aunt Narcissa would both have to go on, even though Aunt Cissy never worked a day in her life, over dinner, all the while rubbing his left forearm. Growing up they had basically given it up, staying friends with those that were not thrown into Azkaban, and lying low. They hinted at the power they once wielded, but neither I nor Draco had really known much about their pasts until fairly recently.

I was about to enter the Great Hall the day after Educational Decree Twenty-seven put the ban on The Quibbler when I was dragged off to the side behind the main staircase.

"Have you read it?" Draco practically growled through clenched teeth.

"Didn't have to, you and I already know what that story was released to tell," I said abrasively. I jerked away from his aggressive restraint on my shoulder.

"He gave my father's name as a Death Eater!" Draco was staring into my eyes. That vulnerable comforting cousin I had known two months ago was gone. He was treating me like I was Harry.

"Well he is."

"Don't you understand what this can do to my parents?"

"Do you?" I spat back. Draco looked at me dumbly. I rolled my eyes and continued, "Do you honestly think a single person in the Ministry doesn't know your father is a Death Eater? Everyone's just kept their mouths shut because they know your father has more power in his little finger than Fudge has in his whole body! And since they're still not accepting Harry's story, the things that were said in Harry's interview won't even be given a second look. Now please let go of me, you're hurting me." I jerked away again and stalked off to the Great Hall, leaving Draco scowling.

"You know I really didn't like that little stunt you pulled! I didn't tell Umbridge this time, but don't expect me to do you anymore favors!"

"Good! Don't expect me to do you anymore favors!" I grabbed the Black family crest swinging from my neck and gripped it tightly as I stomped away.

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