For @missidixon…reader is a female Hufflepuff as requested. Enjoy!
You wrung your hands over each other as you paced just outside of the Gryffindor dormitory. Ginny was going to meet you soon and you were entirely nervous. You rubbed the back of your head in anxiety.
“You’re awfully jittery,” the painting commented. “Oh, shove off,” you uncharacteristically replied. You sighed. “I’m sorry. I’m just nervous.” The lady arched a brow before muttering, “Really? I couldn’t tell.”
You stopped before taking in a deep breath. You swallowed before facing the door. You had impeccable timing as Ginny just exited the dorm. Her face lit up at seeing you.
“Hello Y/N,” she greeted. “Hey Gin,” you replied happily, “You ready?” She nodded. “Yeah.”
The two of you made small conversation as you walked. You couldn’t help but feel your nerves increasing astronomically. Ginny was starting to pick up on it as well.
“You alright?” she asked. You nodded. “Y-Yeah, um, it’s just that-I, uh, I have a question for, for you.” “Okay,” she replied patiently. “W-Well, the Yule Ball is-is this year. And Hogwarts is hosting, and I know you’ve probably been asked by now, and I know you see me as a friend, but I, uh, was hoping you’d maybe go with me?”
You had looked away by this point. Ginny, on the other hand, couldn’t stop smiling. Gently, she intertwined her fingers with yours. You gaze snapped back to hers. She beamed.
You and Ginny chuckled as you saw Harry and Ron bummed over by the tables. The Pavarti sisters had walked away in irritation and annoyance. You leaned in a bit to Ginny.
“It’s about time those two left,” you commented. Ginny nodded. “They’ve been distracted the whole night.” You turned your head. “Looks like Neville’s having a good time, eh?” She glanced over to see him dancing with Luna. “Yeah. He deserves it.”
You nodded in agreement. Neville was so kind and a capable wizard. Most, however, didn’t really seem to give him a second glance. Luna wasn’t most, after all. You turned back to see Ginny extremely close to your face. You blushed crimson. She raised a challenging brow.
“You alright?” Hastily, you nodded. “Never better.”
The red head grinned. Forgetting the last remaining people around you, you focused solely on Ginny. Gently, you brushed a piece of her face behind her ear before holding her chin. Pulling you by your waist, she pulled you two even closer together. Before you knew it, your eyes were closed and your lips danced with hers. Your heart swelled at finally getting to kiss your first and best friend.
So I was rereading Harry Potter, when I came across this and thought- what if instead of Cedric Diggory, Cassius Warrington had been chosen to compete in the Triwizard Tournament?
Imagine Dumbledore calling out the name of the Hogwarts champion and it isn’t a Gryffindor, or a Ravenclaw, or even a Hufflepuff, but it’s a Slytherin. A student from a House most people hate.
Imagine Cassius Warrington getting up, and three out of four Houses are booing at him and shouting things like “NO!” or, “We can’t have a Slytherin champion!” or demanding a retry. But he’s a Slytherin- he’s been dealing with this shit since he got sorted, so he keeps his head high and joins the other champions.
Imagine Harry trying to catch Warrington alone because he doesn’t really want to associate with Slytherins (plus Malfoy seems to be around the guy ALL THE TIME now that he’s the Hogwarts champion), but at the same time he’s also fair enough not to want him to walk into the first task unprepared.
Imagine Warrington walking over to Harry a few months later, and Ron and Hermione both jump into a protective stance, wands out, but instead of attacking Harry he just tells him to stick the egg underwater. (Because Slytherins don’t forget those who helped them out).
Imagine Warrington and Harry helping each other out in the labyrinth.
Imagine Harry being devastated when Peter kills Warrington- because Voldemort doesn’t care what house they’re form, a spare is a spare.
Imagine the uproar that causes among the Slytherins, because some of their parents really are Death Eaters and they know what really happened.
Imagine Slytherins fighting in the Battle of Hogwarts and shouting “This is for Cassius!”