“I saw you dancing with Draco” Elena smiles softly entering Cyrus’s bedroom. “Are you and him-”
“Mom, no.” Cyrus cuts her off, rubbing at her face with a make-up wipe.
“You two do share a dorm. I was just wondering if anythin-”
“Mom. Draco is my best friend, that’s all.” Cyrus angrily tosses the make-up wipe onto the table in front of her. “He doesn’t see me like that.”
“Were we at two different parties? Did you not notice how he was looking at you?” Elena smiles knowingly as she sits on the corner of Cyrus’s bed.
“I'm not having this conversation with you. Draco does not see me like that. He is just a friend” Cyrus sighs looking in the mirror. “I'm gonna take a shower.”
“Cy, honey. You may not see it now, but you will. He cares for you” Elena’s voice grows stern. “And he is from a prestigious pureblood family, I would love nothing more than to entangle our-”
“And that's why nothing will happen between us.” Cyrus grunts, the chair scraping slightly on the floor as she stands up. “Why would he entangle himself with our muddy blood?” Cyrus turns quickly entering her bathroom before her mother can respond.
Entering the castle Cyrus heads directly for the great hall, trudging through the corridors. The weekend felt like it lasted forever, first the ball then her own mothers constant nagging about being a proper lady.
“Cyrus!” Hermione's voice calls, snapping Cyrus out of her thoughts. “You are in the paper! “ Hermione lowers her voice, whispering “Dressed as a girl.”
“What!” Cyrus practically yells yanking the paper out of Hermione's hand, quickly skimming as she spots the moving photo. Draco is laughing at something the woman said, his smile bright as he spins them on the dance floor. Sighing she realizes her face isn't in the paper, just the back of her head. “Geez ‘Mione! You scared me. No one will be able to tell that is me.”
“If i could tell, don't you think anyone else could? Also doesn't this mean that Malfoy knows?”
“You could only tell because you know the secret.” Cyrus sighs. “Plus you are very observant. '' Cyrus nudges Hermione's shoulder, “He knows, he promises not to say anything.”
“I hope your trust in him is not misplaced.” Hermione shrugs, taking back the paper. Walking together into the Great Hall they sit together at the Gryffindor table. Hermione takes her seat on the opposite side of the table, her gaze flicking over to the moving photo. Talking about what they got up to over the weekend until George pats Cyrus’s shoulder.
“What are you two talking about?” George preens sitting down on the table next to Cyrus as Fred sits down next to Hermione.
“Wouldn't you like to know?” Cyrus smirks.
George notices the paper next to Hermione, snatching it from the table. “Draco Malfoy is seen dancing with an unknown woman.” George mutters reading the title. “Probably another stuck up pureblood.”
Cyrus gives Hermione a knowing look that says ‘told you’. “Draco isn't so bad you know.”
George raises his eyebrow looking at Cyrus. “Defending your roomie?”
“Yeah. He is a dick but he isn't always like that.” Cyrus smirks thinking about them dancing together.
“Whatever you say Sterling” Fred scoffs returning to his meal.
“One more practice before the Slytherin vs. Gryffindor match.” George smirks “Ready to get destroyed again?”
“Ready to have a bludger aimed at your head?” Cyrus returns, smirking at George. “I have been working on my aim.”
The group laughs and continues talking about classes or Quidditch. Cyrus yawns, the train ride taking its toll on her. Resting her head in her hand and closes her eyes, she continues to listen to the conversation happening around her.
*** George Pov ***
Cyrus leans on his shoulder, a slight smile pulling at his lips. Continuing to plan a prank with Fred, his attention however drifts to the Slytherin resting on his shoulder.
“Is he asleep?” Fred smirks.
“I think so,” Hermione laughs.
“He was at that party.” George nods at the paper. “Probably stayed up late talking to the ladies.”
Hermione scoffs, “Yeah sure.”
George glares at Hermione, repositioning to wrap his arm around Cyrus's shoulder.