Cassandra strolled from shelf to shelf in the Library running her fingers across the spines of books as she walked. She had just finished her homework and was looking for the perfect book to relax with to end her study evening. It had been a week since school started, her mother had sent her letters asking about her and Quentin, how she was behaving and reminding her how to behave. Cassandra could only roll her eyes at these letters. In all her years at Hogwarts, she didn't receive that many letters from her mother. Only an occasional essay-type letter that informed her of the family's affairs.

Quentin would walk her to her classes even when he had free periods. The thought of this made Cassandra smile. He would talk to her and sometimes link her arm.

Cassandra finally found an interesting book. It was about the formation of a ghost.

She carried it back to her usual spot in the Library, sat down and began reading.

"Cassie?"

Cassandra glanced up to see Quentin sit down in the chair across from her.

"Hey, Quentin." She smiled.

"I knew you'd be here. I haven't seen you for hours."

"It has only been about three." She said.

"Really? It feels like six." Quentin said scratching the back of his neck. "I want to ask you something."

"What?" Cassandra leant forward. "Is this my invite to the slug club?"

Quentin grinned. "I was wondering if you would come along to the quidditch try-outs tomorrow."

"Seriously, Quentin, I can't fly and you know that." She said her eyes moving back towards her book.

"No, not like that. I mean to watch." He laughed. "You can bring your book and I was thinking maybe we could go for a walk afterwards."

"Sure," Cassandra said immediately.

Quentin's eyes brightened. "I'll meet you in the common room after classes then and we can walk there together."

Quentin could see Cassandra's eyes already slipping back to the yellowing pages of the library book in front of her. Today her hair was out of her face in a loose ponytail, Quentin personally preferred her hair down, but either way in his mind she looked pretty.

Quentin stood up from his seat across from her at the Library table and moved to the empty seat next to her.

She looked at him when he sat down next to her. The sudden shift caused a stray lock of hair to fall in front of her face. Finding it annoying without thinking Quentin brushed the hair back behind Cassandra's ear. Cassandra blinked at Quentin as she tried to control the eruption of butterflies in her stomach.

"So, what are you reading?" Quentin asked quickly unsure of how Cassandra was feeling.

"Hmmm… just book about ghost and their formation." She said looking down at the book. "It's just some general reading."

"By general you mean fun?"

"It's what I always do in my spare time."

"So no witch weekly or overdramatic romance novels?" Quentin said in mock horror. "How do you function as a girl in our year?"

Cassandra smiled shyly at Quentin. "Well… maybe the occasional romance novel, but only if it has a good plot and believable characters." Cassandra added. "As for Witch Weekly, they basically print the same thing every month they just change the colour scheme."

Cassandra started absent-mindedly playing with her engagement ring that didn't seem like such a dead weight to her anymore. Every time she looked down at her hand she couldn't help but feel her lips curling into a smile. At first, she had thought the ring was ugly but now it was pretty in her eyes like it had suddenly become more appealing overnight.

Quentin suddenly took her hand with the ring on it making her leave it alone and laced it with his own.

"This why I like you." He said brushing his thumb over the ring.

"What my ring?"

Quentin chuckled. "No, what you said. You say what you think it's different from the other girls."

"Bad kind of different?" Cassandra said turning to face him. She accidentally brushed against his leg sending a jolt through her body.

Quentin shook his head leaning closer to her. "No, it's a good kind of different, but definitely not the only reason I like you."

Cassandra felt suddenly in desperate need of air at that. It was bad enough that she was barely still breathing with Quentin's hand laced with hers.

Quentin bit his tongue at the last part of his sentence. He had not meant to admit that, it had spilt out. Probably because he felt like half of his brain's capacity had disappeared when sitting this close to Cassandra and holding her hand.

"Which type of I like you?" Cassandra whispered to him so quickly and quietly that he barely understood what she had just said.

Cassandra couldn't hold her tongue she had to ask him her curiosity was overwhelming her. She blurted it out. One-half of her hoped that he wouldn't hear her and they could back to the way things were two minutes ago. And the other half of her hoped that he would say he liked her and then kiss her as passionate and softly as she had been dreaming of the last couple of days.

Cassandra's eyes were staring down at the table in thought.

"Cassie…" he began his mouth dry trying to think of the appropriate word.

Her brown eyes looked into his blue eyes. They were wider than he had ever seen them.

He was squeezing her hand bringing it closer to him when a light tapping sound broke his train of thought. It was coming from the window behind Cassandra. Cassandra turned to look behind her to see a sharp looking owl tapping its beak impatiently against the glass of the window with a scroll tied to its leg.

Quentin frowned letting go of Cassandra's hand. He knew the owl was owned by Muciber. Cassandra annoyed unhitched the window latch and with more force than was necessary and pushed the window open so the owl could step in. A nice breeze suddenly came through the window with the owl momentarily replacing the stuffy air in the Library.

The owl hopped in and placed itself in front of Quentin.

"Probably from Muciber." He informed Cassandra. "He's a big fan of annoying me."

Cassandra nodded, annoyed at the horrible timing of the owl. If it had waited five more seconds before it started it's tapping she could've gotten an answer or maybe even the kiss that was constantly haunting her daydreams.

Quentin's eyes narrowed. He quickly took the parchment before the owl had an excuse to nip him but that didn't stop the owl from trying.

Quentin glanced at Cassandra before he unrolled it to make sure that she wasn't about to read it over his shoulder because if Muciber wrote it, it was probably something vial. Cassandra, he could see, was already staring at her book again her brow furrowed.

Quentin unrolled the parchment that said in a messy scrawl:

"Avery!

You'll have plenty of time to snog and shag your 'Cassie' later, get over here to the trangfi courtyard some Gryffindorks mudbloods need to be thought a lesson about who to respect. Bring your wand because this is going to be FUN!

M."

Quentin huffed and crumbled the parchment into a ball.

Quentin took his wand out of his pocket, pointed it at the ball of parchment. Seconds after moving his wand in a flicking motion the ball was engulfed with a flame before completely disappearing.

"That was Muciber. I'm needed for a study thing." Quentin lied standing up. "I'll see you later, Cassie."