Cyrus takes a deep breath, her nerves mounting hearing the crowd roaring. Cyrus begins buckling her guards to her arm, her eyes darting around the locker room. The atmosphere tense as everyone prepares for the game.
Draco crosses the room, his head lowered. “Cyrus you good?”
“Fine.” Cyrus says shortly. Buckling the last arm guard into place. “I am ready”
“Not going to chicken out because you are going against your boyfriend?” Draco asks with a smirk playing at his features. Cyrus glares at him, a fire in her eyes. “Got it. Don’t bring up the boy toy.”
“Not a boy toy.” Cyrus mutters, the crowd above them roars louder. “Gryffindors are out. Keep an eye on the snitch, Malfoy.” Turning towards the entrance she stands waiting for the rest of the team. Goyle saunters up to her side, a sneer on his face. As the rest of the team takes position they mount their brooms. Launching themselves into the air as they fly out into the pitch, taking their positions.
Taking her position in front of George, she smirks at him. Cyrus stretches for the match as Madam Hooch introduces the first match of the season. George stretches loudly, the groan reaching Cyrus. She rolls her eyes watching him as he leans back, his arms pulled behind him as he pulls at his muscles. When George finally leans forward he has a glint in his eyes. “No hard feelings when we beat you today.”
“Something will be hard and it won't be my feelings.” Cyrus mutters. “No pouting when we win Weasley.”
The game stays neck in neck, the crowd roaring with each point. The bludger flies angrily towards her, she spots Harry flying above them keeping an eye out for the snitch. She hears a “No you don't” coming from George. Locking her legs around the broom she releases her grip, flying upside down on her broom. Slamming her bat against the bludger, the crack deafening. The bludger flicks up flying after Harry until Fred comes in hitting it away.
Cyrus growls, righting herself on her broom. Looking down at her bat she notices it's actually cracked. Zipping over to Goyle she pulls at his arm. “Give me your bat.”
“What? No!” Goyle growls.
“Mine is cracked, I have a plan. You get behind Harry, get ready to aim for him, got it?” Cyrus spits, taking Goyles bat she hands off hers, flying down close to the ground she waits motioning for Goyle to take his place. The bludger flies over head and Cyrus sends it towards Goyle. He slams the bat into the bludger, shattering the bat the rest of the way. The bludger hits the back of Harry's broom, causing him to fly off course, allowing Draco to snatch the snitch.
Cyrus whoops loudly as the game ends, Slytherin winning 180-70. She flies up to the rest of her team, the lot of them cheering.
Flying down to the locker room Cyrus puts away her broom, quickly heading out to the stands. Hermione runs up to Cyrus hugging her tightly. “You were brilliant! I didn't think that Goyle could be coached.”
“You saw that?” Cyrus smirks, wrapping her arm around Hermione's shoulders as they walk together.
“I see everything.” Hermione laughs.
Fred and George wrap their arms on either side of the girls, “Man Sterling, quite an arm on you” Fred laughs.
George ruffles Cyrus’s hair, “Should be, all he does is train his hits. He also broke the damn bat!”
“You broke it? I thought Goyle had it?” Fred asks, leaning in further.
“It cracked during that spinning maneuver.” George laughs, shaking his hair roughly, splattering Cyrus with his sweat.
“How many times do I have to tell you Weasley!” Cyrus laughs chasing after George. He keeps a pace ahead of Cyrus laughing loudly.
“You are crazy!” George teases, slowing down. Cyrus launches herself into the air, grabbing hold of Georges back. George wraps his arms around Cyrus’s legs running faster once she was secured on his back.
Cyrus looks over her shoulder, before pointing him in the right direction. “To Hermione, want to make some money?”
“Always.” George scoffs, slowing down once they were close to the other Gryffindors.
“Fred! Pick up ‘Mione! Race you to the castle?” Cyrus laughs.
“2 Galleons!” The twins say in unison.
Hermione sighs, shaking her head as she climbs onto Fred's back, holding onto him. “Why am I always dragged into these situations?”
“You love us!” Cyrus laughs giving Hermione a reassuring pat on the back.
The twins take off running quickly towards the castle. Hermione squeals holding onto Fred's neck tightly. Cyrus laughs holding onto George, both of them leaning forward as they run. George slams his hand onto the stone wall, laughing at Fred.
Fred hands over the galleons “How did you know we would win?” George smirks, looking at Cyrus on his shoulder.
“Hermione hates flying, I figured she would squeeze his neck, not letting him breathe” Cyrus sighs, resting on George's shoulder, their cheeks resting against each other.
“You know, you two make a good couple.” Hermione smirks.
“ Hermione!” Both George and Cyrus scold the young witch.
“Come on sweet cheeks, let’s get cleaned up before the Slytherin party!” Cyrus laughs, pinching George slightly.
“You are going to rub that in aren't you?” George mutters slowly trudging into the castle, heading down the stairs to the dungeon.
“Every chance I get” Cyrus laughs.
“I now understand why you never stay in the locker rooms.” Draco states from his bed.
“Plus it's nice to just shower alone.” Cyrus murmurs drying her hair.
“So when you are at home do you wear girl clothes?” Draco asks, sitting up on his bed as he styles his hair. “Or are you always dressed like a dude?”
“Was the dress not enough for you?” Cyrus smirks “Mother makes me wear dresses and shit like that when we go out or have visitors. I feel more comfortable like this. I’m not treated as a pretty face, I’m treated as a person.” She shrugs “Plus you have to admit. I look good in a suit.”
Draco scoffs at her as she shows off her dress pants and button up shirt. “Wait! Hold on, why do you dress so nice for a guy?”
“I still want to look good, Malfoy.” Cyrus shakes her head as she fixes her belt.
“But for who? It's not a girl” Draco asks, collecting his rings onto his fingers.
“Why not? Girls dress for girls, or did you think all this time girls were dressing just for you?” Cyrus laughs.
“Really?”
“Want to make a girls day? Ask a girl if her dress has pockets. Trust me.” Cyrus laughs.
“Pockets?”
“Draco, trust me. Just do it.” Cyrus urges, “And for Merlin's sake put a tie or something on the damn door this time.” Cyrus sighs.
“No promises.” Draco scoffs
The loud thumping of the music reverberates through the common room. Cyrus spots the familiar site of smoke, weaving through the crowd to get to the source of the cloud. “Come on Theo, where's mine?”
Theo groans rolling his eyes passing a full joint to her. “Need a light?”
Cyrus scoffs, pulling out her wand, lighting the end of the joint. Taking the joint with her she travels through the sea of bodies. Settling down onto the floor by the fireplace she takes another drag, her mind wandering into the flames.
“Now where did you get that?” George smirks, taking the joint from in between Cyrus’s lips, taking a drag.
“Oi!” Cyrus protests, reaching for her joint back. “Theo, go buy your own!”
“Why? We can share.” George laughs from his spot on the couch.
Cyrus groans, leaning back to rest her head into George's lap. He hands her back the joint, his fingers threading into her hair. “It does!” A girl says loudly, showing off her dress.
Cyrus laughs to herself. “You know who that is?” George asks, looking down at Cyrus in his lap.
“I told Draco to ask a girl if her dress has pockets.” Cyrus chuckles, hearing the girl continue to preen over her dress.
“He listens to you?” George asks, taking the joint from Cyrus.
Cyrus shrugs, “Sometimes. Draco is loyal to those he deems earned his respect. Plus I know where he sleeps so he has to listen to me sometimes.”
A ball falls into Cyrus’s lap, She grabs it tossing it up into the air again. “You know, you two should have been in Slytherin.” Cyrus mutters
“When did you get here!” George gasps, jumping at the sight of his twin.
“Probably when you had your hands deep in his hair.” Fred smirks
“Seriously. Your pranks are down right evil sometimes. You are also ambitious.” Cyrus chuckles. George scoffs, nudging Cyrus with his knee, making her miss the ball. It falls into Cyrus’s lap hitting her pelvic bone. “See!” Cyrus groans cupping the empty pouch, pretending to be in pain.
“That's nothing Sterling, you have only seen our pranks.” Fred laughs handing her a cup of something.
“Why am I never the target of your pranks?” Cyrus asks as the cup is taken from her hands.
George sniffs the cup, eyeing his twin before returning the cup to Cyrus. “Because somebody here has you as his one exception.” Fred pouts.
Cyrus raises her eyebrow leaning her head back further into George's lap. “What?”
George rolls his eyes looking down at Cyrus. “We both get one exception to our pranks. I’ve picked you while Freddie has Hermione.”
Cyrus scoffs loudly, turning her head to look at Fred. “Hermione?! Oh she will love that.”
George lightly taps Cyrus’s forehead, shaking his head no. Cyrus rolls her eyes before closing them. “You are warm.” she hums.
“Look Georgie! Spin the bottle has started.” Fred laughs quickly getting up.
George leans down, booping Cyrus’s nose. “You want to play?”
“I don’t play spin the bottle. Don’t want to break anyone's heart.” Cyrus smirks, her eyes still closed.
“Come on Cy! It might fall on me.” George laughs.
Cyrus sits up, “In that case I’m definitely not playing.” sticking her tongue out at the red head.
George rolls his eyes taking Cyrus’s hand before dragging her to the circle that is forming. Cyrus sits next to George, looking around the circle. Hermione, Fred, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Luna sit around the bottle. Hermione spins it, her gaze flicking between Ron and Fred, only for the bottle to stop on Cyrus.
“This is why I don’t play. Poor Hermione is about to have the best kiss she has ever had and she can’t have me.” Cyrus shoves George, leaning over his lap. She cups Hermione’s jaw “Come on baby, what's a kiss between friends.” Cyrus chuckles at Hermione's scared face. She gives Hermione a light kiss on the lips before separating.
Hermione's face is red as she gestures for Fred to take his turn, everyone taking their turns, some taking the dares instead. Cyrus takes her turn, the bottle spinning quickly before it slows, falling on George. “Dare” Cyrus states quickly.
For a split moment George seems hurt before his mischievous smile returns. “Go kiss Draco in front of everyone.”
“Seriously?” Cyrus scoffs.
“Or you can kiss me.” George smirks.
Cyrus shakes her head standing up, ruffling George's hair before walking through the crowd. Spotting the bright blonde hair from a mile away she reaches his side. Draco glances from the girl to Cyrus, having a double take. “Cy are you drunk?”
“And high'' Cyrus shrugs, hugging Draco. He immediately tenses. “I have a dare, think you can help me with it?”
Draco smirks, shooing away the girl. “And what do you need?”
“We have to kiss.” Cyrus bites her lip. “I can put my hand between us,”
Draco shakes his head, his fingers quickly looping into her belt loops pulling her in. Holding her hips in place as he kisses her. His lips pressing gently against hers. She hears the group laughing loudly, she flicks them off holding her hand up in the air. Cyrus kisses him back, her hand wrapping behind his head, her fingers threading through his hair.
Finally separating Draco smirks. “Give em hell.”
Cyrus laughs returning to the group. “Happy?” She smirks, seeing Hermione's glare. “What?”
“Didn’t think you would actually do it.” George mutters.
Cyrus shrugs, “You gave me a challenge, and I rose up to it.” She stands up again, leaving the group she heads to the table covered in drinks. Pouring herself a large cup of a mystery red liquid. Downing half of it while she walks around. ‘Why was George so angry?’ Cyrus wonders. The more she thinks about it the more frustrated she gets, drinking the red liquid with each angry thought. “He dared me to!” She yells into the air.
A song with an infectious beat starts playing and Cyrus starts to smile, spotting another Slytherin girl who starts to dance slightly. Cyrus walks up to her, “Wanna dance?” She asks with a smirk playing on her lips.
The girl smiles dragging Cyrus onto the dance floor. The both of them dancing together, the music guiding their movements. The girl places her ass against Cyrus, she laughs holding onto the girls hips as they grind on the dance floor. Smiling brightly Cyrus runs her fingers through her own hair, thinking to herself that if she had a dick it would be hard.
Another song starts playing, Cyrus sings, flirting with the girl. Her fingers sliding up the girl's jaw as she sings to her. The tip of Cyrus’s tongue trailing over her teeth. The song starts to take over Cyrus’s brain as she dances, pulling up the corner of her shirt showing off her slight abs at the girl until she feels hands on her forearms quickly turning her around.
“The fuck Cyrus?” Draco scolds, leaning over to look at the girl “Fuck off”
“Hey! That was my date!” Cyrus pouts.
“First, you came alone. Second, she isn't your type.” Draco scowls, pulling Cyrus to the side of the room.
“Yeah my type gets pissed that I kissed you even though he dared me!” Cyrus growls
Draco looks around the room, worry etched on his face. “I thought it was all the people here, you need to calm down.”
Cyrus shakes her head, “Like if he was going to be a dick why dare me to do something that would do just that!”
Draco lightly slaps Cyrus’s cheek. “You need to calm down! Now!”
“Why!” Cyrus groans
“You are heating up the common room” Draco hisses, quickly removing his hand from Cyrus’s forearm. “You are scalding hot.” Draco spots the table full of drinks. “Which drink did you have? Red or blue?”
“I think it was red” Cyrus shrugs hearing another song come on, bobbing her head to the beat.
“How many?” Draco scowls
“I don't know two or three. What are you, my mother?” Cyrus pouts.
“Bloody hell Cyrus!” Draco scolds, quickly looking around the common room. Cyrus laughs loudly forcing Draco to turn to her. “What?”
“You sound like Ron” Cyrus laughs out
“Never say that again.” Draco mutters as he grabs Cyrus’s forearm again, dragging her towards the door. Once outside in the corridor he turns Cyrus to him, “You need to cool down, what would help?”
“I’m fine Malfoy!” Cyrus groans, turning away trying to head back to the party.
“Fine, hypothetically if you were losing control over your magic what would you do?” Draco asks.
“Cold water, anything cold really.” Cyrus groans trying to pry herself from Draco’s hold.
“Want to go swimming?” Draco smirks, “I know a place.”
Cyrus follows after him constantly asking where they were going. Draco opens the door to the prefect's bathroom. The large pool is empty of water. Draco waves his wand and the water starts flowing. Cyrus starts to seem uncomfortable, shifting from foot to foot.
“I lost control didn't I?” Cyrus mutters.
Draco sighs in relief. “You are starting to sound more like yourself.”
“How bad?” Cyrus squeezes her eyes shut.
“I don't think anyone knows it was you, or even noticed the temperature change.” Draco mutters walking closer to Cyrus. “Lets get you in the water. Cool you off.” Draco grabs the hem of Cyrus’s shirt slowly unbuttoning it.
Cyrus flexes her hands, balling them in fists. “I can do it.” Cyrus mutters, pulling out of Draco’s reach. Unbuttoning her shirt herself. Once her shirt was off only in her binder she walks to the large pool of water.
Draco stops her, “Your pants.”
“I’ll spell them dry afterwards” Cyrus mutters.
Draco dips his head, looking down at the floor when he spots a familiar red mark peaking out of the side of Cyrus’s pants. The red mark is out of place on Cyrus’s skin. Draco shakes his head taking another look. “Who did that.”
“Did what?” Cyrus asks as she slowly walks into the freezing water.
“Your hip.” Draco’s face now cold as he stares at her.
Cyrus pulls up her pants further, dipping fully into the water. “I don't know what you are talking about.”
“Cyrus stop fucking around.” Draco yells. “Was it you or him?”
Cyrus takes a deep breath diving under the water, escaping Draco's gaze. Of course he remembers that, she thinks to herself. Resurfacing she pushes her hair out of her face. “Its mostly healed its fine Draco.”
“Was it you or your father?” Draco says coldly.
“I think you already know.” Cyrus mutters looking down into the water.
Draco sighs, his hand over his mouth as he rubs his face. “What for?”
“I said something I shouldn't have to my mother, and only danced with you at the party instead of entertaining other purebloods.” Cyrus mutters dipping down into the water again, squatting down so that her nose is barely above the water. “He thinks we could get into the good graces of multiple pureblood families if I dated more of them.”
“That's ridiculous!” Draco scowls.
“Draco… You are making the room cold.” Cyrus mutters feeling the waves of cold magic.
He shakes his head recollecting himself. “Are you cooled off?”
“Yeah, Thank you.” she mutters, pulling herself from the water. “I can't believe I lost control like that.”
“You seemed pretty upset.” Draco mutters sitting down on the edge of the pool with her. “You also had Theos drink mix.”
Cyrus groans loudly, closing her eyes. “That explains a lot actually. I think I had two or three.”
“Merlin Cyrus! You could have burned down the castle!” Draco laughs. “No more drinking tonight okay?”
“Yes mother.” Cyrus mutters playfully, nudging his shoulder with hers.
Draco nudges her shoulder back, “Damn right. Someone has to look after you. So what got you all upset?”
Cyrus sighs resting her head on Draco's shoulder. “Getting tired of everyone only seeing me as a guy.”
“I don’t know, you had that girl drooling.” Draco laughs. “What about that bean pole?”
“Fucking spin the bottle.” Cyrus sighs. “I took the dare. He dared me to kiss you, which I took because it's you.” Cyrus shrugs. “You would do it just to get a rise out of them, not look into it too much.”
Draco nods. “You do realize he did it so that you would have to kiss him.” He pulls away from Cyrus, “That idiotic bean pole likes you too Cy.”
Cyrus scoffs, “No he doesn't. Remember he thinks I’m a guy. I am also positive that he is straight.”
“That would be an issue if you were actually a guy” Draco laughs.
“We are just friends, Draco. That’s all we are.”
“Then why did he get so pissy you didn't kiss him?”
“I don't know. Straight guys are gayer than actual gay guys” Cyrus groans, rubbing her head.
“Let's get you back to the dorm.” Draco mutters, pulling his legs from the water, handing Cyrus back her shirt.
“I’m surprised you haven't made a huge deal over me being a girl. I mean you got me out of my shirt.” Cyrus laughs.
“Honestly I forget you aren't a guy sometimes.” Draco shrugs. “I was more worried about you overheating than your non-existent boobs.”
“They aren't nonexistent. Just small” Cyrus sighs.
The loud music could still be heard outside the common room, pouring out when the doors opened. Once back in the common room Cyrus looks at Draco, resting her hand on his shoulder. A silent thank you as she separated from him, spotting George's red hair.
Biting her lip she finds Blaise, swiping the unlit joint from his ear, before walking over to George. “Look who's back! Where did you run off to?” Fred smirks.
“Had to cool down.” She shrugs. “Can I talk to you?” she asks the younger twin.
George nods softly following after her as she weaves through the crowd. Finding a quieter spot she stops, turning to face him. “You wanted to talk?” he asks, crossing his arms.
“I – uh – I don't want things to be weird between us.” Cyrus mutters, holding out the joint. “Peace joint?”
George scoffs, shaking his head as he takes the joint. “Don’t you think you have had enough?” Cyrus looks up to him confused. “I saw you drink a bunch, then the temperature rise. You have done that a few times when we have been hanging out.” Cyrus groans, rubbing her face. “I’m guessing that's why you are dripping water everywhere. Malfoy took you too cool off?”
Cyrus takes out her wand quickly drying her hair. “Yeah, He said that no one noticed.”
George reaches out, smoothing out Cyrus’s hair. “I noticed.” Clearing his throat and removing his hand he looks down at his feet. “Listen I’m sorry how I reacted to the dare. I was being an Idiot.”
“Yeah you were.” Cyrus laughs. “I shouldn't have taken the dare.” she blurts out, her eyes going wide as she realizes what she said. George's head quickly snaps up a bright smile on his face.
George clears his throat again, shifting his weight. “I got jealous.”
Cyrus holds up her hand. “Listen George, we can't do that. We are friends. No matter what we feel. I know you aren't gay.”
George’s hopeful face falls. “what we feel?” He grabs Cyrus's hand. “I don't know if I am or not, But I know I like you.”
“George I can’t be with you, not like that. Just friends okay?” Cyrus' heart breaks as she sees the pain on George's face.
George’s face quickly changes to a smirk. “Yup. Just friends. I can do that.”