"The Slythindor"
By Chou aka Tash Bita
Summary: Fifth year Cassidy Crow, is starting out fresh at Hogwarts. The sorting hat's having a lot of trouble deciding where to put her. Slytherin? Or Gryffindor? Befriending both Slytherins and Gryrffindors, both houses are where she belongs. But where? WHERE?! She can't wait to meet the legendary Harry Potter she's heard so much about! But then she finds it's not Harry she's falling for… It's Ron!! Hogwarts has many new choices in store for young Cassidy. Never has she had tasks so difficult as this.
A/N: Finally, she has chosen a house to belong to. The next thing for Cassidy to do, is to get to know her fellow house-mates. And who's better to get to know than Harry's best friend, Ron Weasley?? That's right, start nodding in pure and utter agreement. Well, enjoy!
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Harry Potter ;_; and I never will!! But I do own the Serpentine broomstick, Kuro-Shiro, Cassidy, and the rest of the lot in Cass's family. (Oh, and a couple of friends own their characters which will be making more, or first appearances soon.)
The Slythindor
Ch 6: Ron Weasley
After dinner, Dumbledore made some quick announcements about stuff that Cassidy wasn't really listening to. But when he mentioned the Quidditch House Cup, she suddenly gave all her attention to the front.
'The Quidditch season begins in a couple of months, and try-outs will be taking place quite soon, as most of the members of the teams have now moved on to higher schools.' Then he clapped his hands together, and finished off by saying: 'That is all. Good luck on all your classes tomorrow, and Goodnight!'
The students filed out of the Great Hall, and off to their dormitories. Cassidy didn't know where Gryffindor tower was, so she tagged along with Harry, Hermione, and Ron - the red headed boy who she had just been properly introduced to. After climbing up many flights of direction-changing stairs, they found themselves standing in front of a portrait of a fat lady.
'Password?' she asked them. The four looked around at each other.
'Doesn't anyone know it?' Cassidy asked. The others shook their heads.
'Not yet.' said Ron.
'Whipple Tree.' said someone behind them. They turned around to see a chubby sort of boy with a round face. The portrait swung open, revealing a hole in the wall. Harry went in first.
'Neville?', Hermione said to the boy. 'How did *you* know the password?' she sounded surprised. Ron entered next.
'I asked a prefect in advance. I didn't want to get stuck outside like I always used to.'
'That was a very good idea!' Hermione gave Cassidy the impression that she thought this Neville bloke was a complete idiot. Cassidy heaved herself up, and crawled through the hole, still listening to Hermione talk to Neville as if he were a little kid.
'Ooh…' Cassidy said, walking into the Gryffindor common room after Harry and Ron. There were velvety red cushioned chairs and sofas placed around the room and near the fireplace. Several tables with candles and oil-lamps were also scattered in all corners of the circular room. The fire just looked so inviting, that Cassidy immediately took a seat in a big comfy chair by it.
'No no, don't make yourself at home yet,' said Ron. 'you've still gotta pay Harry back for your broomstick. And can I take a good look at it, too?' Ron was looking very excited.
'Oh. Ya, sure. But don't you already -'
'Cassidy, why don't you go up to the girls' sleeping quarters and get the money so I can give you your Serpentine?' Harry but in, glaring at Cassidy in a way that said "*Don't mention his Lightning Rod!*" Luckily, she caught on straight away.
'Oh… right then!' she jumped up, and walked off up the stairs. Where the two staircases parted, Harry whispered:
'Christmas gift', before going up to the boys' dormitories.
When Cassidy got back downstairs, Harry was holding the glorious Serpentine away from Ron, who had stolen Cassidy's seat by the fire, Hermione was sitting at a table looking at her timetable, and Neville was reading a book on Herbology in a corner of the room. Cassidy walked over, and handed Harry the money.
'There you go then,' she said happily. '50 Galleons. And thanks again for holding on to it for me.' she emptied her moneybag in Harry's hands, and smiling, he held out the Serpentine to her.
'It was nothing.' She took the broomstick, and sat down next to Ron, so he could see it too. Harry put the money in his pockets, and went to join Hermione to check what classes they had tomorrow.
Ron goggled at the sleek silvery green Serpentine with great interest.
'You are *so* lucky.' he managed to say. 'I don't know how the bloody hell you could afford this thing. I've been saving up all summer, and I still don't have enough for even a lousy Comet 500...' Ron looked humiliated.
'I did have to go through a lot of trouble to get this.' Cassidy explained. 'My mom doesn't know I bought it. I had to go behind her back, and then borrow money from Harry, and have him keep it secret for me. You don't know how difficult that was.' Ron shook his head.
'I wouldn't care what trouble I'd go through. It's the money involved that's the real problem. Why'd I have to be a Weasley?' he pouted.
'A… Weasley? Weasley….', Cassidy breathed.
'I… I know I've.. Heard that name before. Somewhere.. Oh, now I know! Do you own a big tawny owl? Sort of disoriented?'
'Oh, no. What'd that ruddy thing do now? Did he nearly drown himself in a gutter? Maybe crash into another Window?'
'Yes! Yes, he did. And he was lost, too.' Cassidy couldn't help but laugh. 'Is your dad Mr. A. Weasley, then?' Ron nodded. 'Did he by any chance help to hire a Squib? In the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts department at the Ministry of Magic?' Ron nodded again.
'yeah.. how d'you know about that?'
'My dad's the Squib he helped to hire.' Cassidy said flatly. 'A bit embarrassing, having a Squib dad. But oh well. He does his best.'
'Ohh.. *now* I know ho you are! You're *that* Cassidy Crow.' Ron realized.
'I'm *that* Cassidy Crow?', she laughed. 'how many do you know?'
'Just one. You.'
Cassidy smiled, and noticed that Ron wasn't looking at the Serpentine like he was doing for so very long, anymore. He was looking at her. This gave Cassidy a good long chance to notice details about Ron. His brilliantly red hair was so perfectly neat and tidy - almost unnaturally, Cassidy joked. And his eyes were bright green - very alert. His smile was slightly sideways, but strangely, that made it even better looking. After noticing all this perfection about the youngest Weasley boy, Cassidy was sort of shocked to realize what had just hit her… she *liked* Ron. Not Harry, but Ron. This made her even more happy rather than disappointed, as she had expected for a quick second. Ron Weasley was so cute. She hoped he hadn't noticed that she was now blushing. Or maybe she hoped he *did* notice. She wasn't quite sure what she wanted.
'Oh no!!!' an upset shout from Harry broke the silence that had turned awkward.
'What?' Ron asked, kneeling to look over the side of his armchair.
'Just my luck. Potions, *and* Divination in the same day! Tomorrow!!' he shook his head with aggravation.
'Ooh! Potions! First thing?' Cassidy hoped.
'No, second. Divination's first. And don't sound so excited about it!' Harry moaned.
'Oh… kay then. Hey, I was s'posed to help you with some potions essay, wasn't I? I hope it's not too late, is it?'
'Yes, it would be.' Cassidy glanced over at Hermione. This was the first thing she'd said to Cassidy since they met in Diagon Alley. Cassidy could tell that Hermione still thought poorly of her. 'I already helped him with it. And lucky, too. I can see that you're a procrastinator..' and with that, she turned away to continue looking over her timetable. Cassidy said nothing. She didn't want Hermione to hate her.
Later on, when everyone had gone to bed, Cassidy approached Hermione's four poster bed, which had its curtains drawn. 'Hermione?' Cassidy whispered. There was no answer. Then,
'what?' she sounded a bit annoyed.
'Can I have a word?' Hermione opened the curtains.
'what?' she said again. She was sitting up against her pillows, in her pink nighty, stroking her very large ginger cat, Crookshanks.
'erm… I just wanted to say.. that I'm sorry… for whatever it is I did to upset you. We started off on the wrong foot, and I guess.. that… well, I'm just sorry. Okay?' Hermione starred blankly.
'Okay.' she said quietly, and drew back the curtain again. Cassidy thought this was very rude.
'Hey, I'm not done.' she pulled the curtain back open herself. 'If you think I'm after Harry, you're wrong. I'm not. So don't bother being paranoid.' Hermione looked slightly surprised. She opened her mouth to say something, but Cassidy cut her off. 'That's it, isn't it? It is! Why didn't you say something before?'
'Let me talk.' Hermione said calmly, while Cassidy stood there in disbelief, also slightly angry. Cassidy shut her mouth. 'You talk to much. Are you sure you don't like him? Because it seems like you do.' Cassidy shook her head.
'No, I don't. Sorry if it looks that way… it must be pretty hard. Being Harry Potter's girlfriend.' Hermione suddenly looked offended. 'I mean, with all his fans. All those girls who like him.' Cassidy added quickly.
'Oh. Well, ya I guess. Maybe that's why I appear so overprotective or something.'
'It's okay. So do you hate me still?'
'Hate you? I don't hate you. I don't even know you.'
'Then why've you been so rude to me?'
'I'm sorry. I was just a little discouraged by you.'
'Oh. Well if that's all it is, there's no need to be.' Cassidy smiled. She'd done it. An it wasn't as difficult as she thought it would be. She'd won Hermione's respect.
'I appreciate you telling me this. It's one less person to worry about keeping away from Harry.' Hermione said in a happier tone.
'No problem.' Cassidy replied. 'but - there's one thing I wanna ask you.'
'Ya?'
'What d'you know about Ron Weasley?' she asked hopefully, her face turning slightly pink. Hermione laughed.
'Oh, I see what you're getting at. Well he's free, I know that much. And he's got quite a sense of humour, though personally, I think he's too layed back. Wouldn't keep your hopes up too much, though.' This made a voice in Cassidy's head say "eep".
'Why not?' she asked nervously.
'Got serious money trouble.' Hermione laughed. 'Couldn't afford to buy you an ice cream without "borrowing" money from someone!' Cassidy felt relieved. She thought it was something more serious.
'Oh. That's it?' she didn't care about that. She had trouble with money too, so she knew what it felt like.
'Yup.' So Cassidy and Hermione stayed up for awhile talking about Harry and Ron, professors and classes at Hogwarts, quidditch, books, their pets, and whatever else came to mind.
Cassidy was very glad she'd made the decision to talk with Hermione, because they found out that they had quite a lot in common. Their parent were both Muggles - or at least one parent -, they were both very good students, and enjoyed the company of books. Finding out all this about Hermione made Cassidy realize she'd made a great friend. It turned out, that sometimes people who you think are best being your enemies, could end up being your closest friends.
A/N: WOW! I'm actually writing a little note at the end of a chapter! And it's been awhile since I did that, too. Um, ya. About the Cassidy and Hermione thing. I jut thought they'd be better off being friends, so I didn't have to make them avoid each other all of the time. That would be too difficult. So, er.. ya, write a review please!!
By Chou aka Tash Bita
Summary: Fifth year Cassidy Crow, is starting out fresh at Hogwarts. The sorting hat's having a lot of trouble deciding where to put her. Slytherin? Or Gryffindor? Befriending both Slytherins and Gryrffindors, both houses are where she belongs. But where? WHERE?! She can't wait to meet the legendary Harry Potter she's heard so much about! But then she finds it's not Harry she's falling for… It's Ron!! Hogwarts has many new choices in store for young Cassidy. Never has she had tasks so difficult as this.
A/N: Finally, she has chosen a house to belong to. The next thing for Cassidy to do, is to get to know her fellow house-mates. And who's better to get to know than Harry's best friend, Ron Weasley?? That's right, start nodding in pure and utter agreement. Well, enjoy!
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Harry Potter ;_; and I never will!! But I do own the Serpentine broomstick, Kuro-Shiro, Cassidy, and the rest of the lot in Cass's family. (Oh, and a couple of friends own their characters which will be making more, or first appearances soon.)
The Slythindor
Ch 6: Ron Weasley
After dinner, Dumbledore made some quick announcements about stuff that Cassidy wasn't really listening to. But when he mentioned the Quidditch House Cup, she suddenly gave all her attention to the front.
'The Quidditch season begins in a couple of months, and try-outs will be taking place quite soon, as most of the members of the teams have now moved on to higher schools.' Then he clapped his hands together, and finished off by saying: 'That is all. Good luck on all your classes tomorrow, and Goodnight!'
The students filed out of the Great Hall, and off to their dormitories. Cassidy didn't know where Gryffindor tower was, so she tagged along with Harry, Hermione, and Ron - the red headed boy who she had just been properly introduced to. After climbing up many flights of direction-changing stairs, they found themselves standing in front of a portrait of a fat lady.
'Password?' she asked them. The four looked around at each other.
'Doesn't anyone know it?' Cassidy asked. The others shook their heads.
'Not yet.' said Ron.
'Whipple Tree.' said someone behind them. They turned around to see a chubby sort of boy with a round face. The portrait swung open, revealing a hole in the wall. Harry went in first.
'Neville?', Hermione said to the boy. 'How did *you* know the password?' she sounded surprised. Ron entered next.
'I asked a prefect in advance. I didn't want to get stuck outside like I always used to.'
'That was a very good idea!' Hermione gave Cassidy the impression that she thought this Neville bloke was a complete idiot. Cassidy heaved herself up, and crawled through the hole, still listening to Hermione talk to Neville as if he were a little kid.
'Ooh…' Cassidy said, walking into the Gryffindor common room after Harry and Ron. There were velvety red cushioned chairs and sofas placed around the room and near the fireplace. Several tables with candles and oil-lamps were also scattered in all corners of the circular room. The fire just looked so inviting, that Cassidy immediately took a seat in a big comfy chair by it.
'No no, don't make yourself at home yet,' said Ron. 'you've still gotta pay Harry back for your broomstick. And can I take a good look at it, too?' Ron was looking very excited.
'Oh. Ya, sure. But don't you already -'
'Cassidy, why don't you go up to the girls' sleeping quarters and get the money so I can give you your Serpentine?' Harry but in, glaring at Cassidy in a way that said "*Don't mention his Lightning Rod!*" Luckily, she caught on straight away.
'Oh… right then!' she jumped up, and walked off up the stairs. Where the two staircases parted, Harry whispered:
'Christmas gift', before going up to the boys' dormitories.
When Cassidy got back downstairs, Harry was holding the glorious Serpentine away from Ron, who had stolen Cassidy's seat by the fire, Hermione was sitting at a table looking at her timetable, and Neville was reading a book on Herbology in a corner of the room. Cassidy walked over, and handed Harry the money.
'There you go then,' she said happily. '50 Galleons. And thanks again for holding on to it for me.' she emptied her moneybag in Harry's hands, and smiling, he held out the Serpentine to her.
'It was nothing.' She took the broomstick, and sat down next to Ron, so he could see it too. Harry put the money in his pockets, and went to join Hermione to check what classes they had tomorrow.
Ron goggled at the sleek silvery green Serpentine with great interest.
'You are *so* lucky.' he managed to say. 'I don't know how the bloody hell you could afford this thing. I've been saving up all summer, and I still don't have enough for even a lousy Comet 500...' Ron looked humiliated.
'I did have to go through a lot of trouble to get this.' Cassidy explained. 'My mom doesn't know I bought it. I had to go behind her back, and then borrow money from Harry, and have him keep it secret for me. You don't know how difficult that was.' Ron shook his head.
'I wouldn't care what trouble I'd go through. It's the money involved that's the real problem. Why'd I have to be a Weasley?' he pouted.
'A… Weasley? Weasley….', Cassidy breathed.
'I… I know I've.. Heard that name before. Somewhere.. Oh, now I know! Do you own a big tawny owl? Sort of disoriented?'
'Oh, no. What'd that ruddy thing do now? Did he nearly drown himself in a gutter? Maybe crash into another Window?'
'Yes! Yes, he did. And he was lost, too.' Cassidy couldn't help but laugh. 'Is your dad Mr. A. Weasley, then?' Ron nodded. 'Did he by any chance help to hire a Squib? In the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts department at the Ministry of Magic?' Ron nodded again.
'yeah.. how d'you know about that?'
'My dad's the Squib he helped to hire.' Cassidy said flatly. 'A bit embarrassing, having a Squib dad. But oh well. He does his best.'
'Ohh.. *now* I know ho you are! You're *that* Cassidy Crow.' Ron realized.
'I'm *that* Cassidy Crow?', she laughed. 'how many do you know?'
'Just one. You.'
Cassidy smiled, and noticed that Ron wasn't looking at the Serpentine like he was doing for so very long, anymore. He was looking at her. This gave Cassidy a good long chance to notice details about Ron. His brilliantly red hair was so perfectly neat and tidy - almost unnaturally, Cassidy joked. And his eyes were bright green - very alert. His smile was slightly sideways, but strangely, that made it even better looking. After noticing all this perfection about the youngest Weasley boy, Cassidy was sort of shocked to realize what had just hit her… she *liked* Ron. Not Harry, but Ron. This made her even more happy rather than disappointed, as she had expected for a quick second. Ron Weasley was so cute. She hoped he hadn't noticed that she was now blushing. Or maybe she hoped he *did* notice. She wasn't quite sure what she wanted.
'Oh no!!!' an upset shout from Harry broke the silence that had turned awkward.
'What?' Ron asked, kneeling to look over the side of his armchair.
'Just my luck. Potions, *and* Divination in the same day! Tomorrow!!' he shook his head with aggravation.
'Ooh! Potions! First thing?' Cassidy hoped.
'No, second. Divination's first. And don't sound so excited about it!' Harry moaned.
'Oh… kay then. Hey, I was s'posed to help you with some potions essay, wasn't I? I hope it's not too late, is it?'
'Yes, it would be.' Cassidy glanced over at Hermione. This was the first thing she'd said to Cassidy since they met in Diagon Alley. Cassidy could tell that Hermione still thought poorly of her. 'I already helped him with it. And lucky, too. I can see that you're a procrastinator..' and with that, she turned away to continue looking over her timetable. Cassidy said nothing. She didn't want Hermione to hate her.
Later on, when everyone had gone to bed, Cassidy approached Hermione's four poster bed, which had its curtains drawn. 'Hermione?' Cassidy whispered. There was no answer. Then,
'what?' she sounded a bit annoyed.
'Can I have a word?' Hermione opened the curtains.
'what?' she said again. She was sitting up against her pillows, in her pink nighty, stroking her very large ginger cat, Crookshanks.
'erm… I just wanted to say.. that I'm sorry… for whatever it is I did to upset you. We started off on the wrong foot, and I guess.. that… well, I'm just sorry. Okay?' Hermione starred blankly.
'Okay.' she said quietly, and drew back the curtain again. Cassidy thought this was very rude.
'Hey, I'm not done.' she pulled the curtain back open herself. 'If you think I'm after Harry, you're wrong. I'm not. So don't bother being paranoid.' Hermione looked slightly surprised. She opened her mouth to say something, but Cassidy cut her off. 'That's it, isn't it? It is! Why didn't you say something before?'
'Let me talk.' Hermione said calmly, while Cassidy stood there in disbelief, also slightly angry. Cassidy shut her mouth. 'You talk to much. Are you sure you don't like him? Because it seems like you do.' Cassidy shook her head.
'No, I don't. Sorry if it looks that way… it must be pretty hard. Being Harry Potter's girlfriend.' Hermione suddenly looked offended. 'I mean, with all his fans. All those girls who like him.' Cassidy added quickly.
'Oh. Well, ya I guess. Maybe that's why I appear so overprotective or something.'
'It's okay. So do you hate me still?'
'Hate you? I don't hate you. I don't even know you.'
'Then why've you been so rude to me?'
'I'm sorry. I was just a little discouraged by you.'
'Oh. Well if that's all it is, there's no need to be.' Cassidy smiled. She'd done it. An it wasn't as difficult as she thought it would be. She'd won Hermione's respect.
'I appreciate you telling me this. It's one less person to worry about keeping away from Harry.' Hermione said in a happier tone.
'No problem.' Cassidy replied. 'but - there's one thing I wanna ask you.'
'Ya?'
'What d'you know about Ron Weasley?' she asked hopefully, her face turning slightly pink. Hermione laughed.
'Oh, I see what you're getting at. Well he's free, I know that much. And he's got quite a sense of humour, though personally, I think he's too layed back. Wouldn't keep your hopes up too much, though.' This made a voice in Cassidy's head say "eep".
'Why not?' she asked nervously.
'Got serious money trouble.' Hermione laughed. 'Couldn't afford to buy you an ice cream without "borrowing" money from someone!' Cassidy felt relieved. She thought it was something more serious.
'Oh. That's it?' she didn't care about that. She had trouble with money too, so she knew what it felt like.
'Yup.' So Cassidy and Hermione stayed up for awhile talking about Harry and Ron, professors and classes at Hogwarts, quidditch, books, their pets, and whatever else came to mind.
Cassidy was very glad she'd made the decision to talk with Hermione, because they found out that they had quite a lot in common. Their parent were both Muggles - or at least one parent -, they were both very good students, and enjoyed the company of books. Finding out all this about Hermione made Cassidy realize she'd made a great friend. It turned out, that sometimes people who you think are best being your enemies, could end up being your closest friends.
A/N: WOW! I'm actually writing a little note at the end of a chapter! And it's been awhile since I did that, too. Um, ya. About the Cassidy and Hermione thing. I jut thought they'd be better off being friends, so I didn't have to make them avoid each other all of the time. That would be too difficult. So, er.. ya, write a review please!!