HP: Bad Intentions

Without warning, a bolt of lightning shot from the tip of Cassandra's wand.

Then...

Blake, the invincible, fell!

As soon as Blake hit the ground, Cassandra panicked. Why wouldn't he get up? Only a fool lies down in a duel like this!

"Hey! You... how are you?" Cassandra asked tentatively, suppressing her rising panic.

Blake, however, lay perfectly still on the ground, pretending to be unconscious. He didn't move, didn't even make a sound.

"You... you…" Cassandra's voice quivered.

She rushed over, dropping to her knees beside him. Blake's eyes were closed, his face darkened by electricity, and his hair stood on end. He looked awful.

"You... why didn't you dodge?" she demanded, her voice trembling. "You could have avoided it!"

Cassandra was on the verge of tears. She regretted her impulsive act, but she couldn't understand why someone as powerful as Blake wouldn't dodge her spell.

By now, the commotion had drawn a crowd. Ginny and Penelope, who had been waiting for Blake nearby, rushed over.

"Blake! What did you do to him?" Ginny cried out, horrified at the sight of Blake lying motionless, his hair frazzled and face unnaturally dark.

Penelope, far calmer, examined him closely. After a moment, she sighed. "It's the Weather Charm! He was struck by its lightning."

She turned to Cassandra with a disapproving look. "You used the Weather Charm's lightning on him? Do you know how dangerous that is? It could have killed him!"

Cassandra's heart sank. She knew her spell could blow a hole through a tree, but in her anger, she had acted without thinking. Now, she feared she might have gone too far.

"But... why didn't he dodge?" Cassandra asked in a tearful voice. "He's so powerful..."

Penelope sighed. "Maybe because he didn't think you would attack him. He trusted you too much to see it coming."

The weight of Penelope's words hit Cassandra like a ton of bricks. Regret surged through her. He trusted her, and she had betrayed that trust.

Blake, meanwhile, was thoroughly enjoying himself. He lay there, playing up his apparent injury.

Ginny, trembling, placed her hand under Blake's nose and gasped. "He... he's not breathing!"

Cassandra froze. Her legs gave out beneath her, and she crumpled to the ground.

"I... I killed Blake?" she whispered. Tears streamed down her face as the reality of her actions sank in. "I killed Blake... I killed him..."

But then, a weak and familiar voice cut through her despair.

"Don't be ridiculous... Your spell couldn't kill me. At most, it felt like a massage..."

Cassandra's sobbing stopped abruptly. She stared at Blake, dumbfounded.

"You're alive?" she blurted out before launching herself onto him. She pounded her fists against his chest, tears of anger and relief streaming down her face.

"You idiot! I thought you were dead!"

Blake winced, his darkened face now pale. "Stop hitting me, or I really will die..."

Cassandra quickly withdrew her hands. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean it. I promise I'll never hurt you again..."

Ginny pulled at Cassandra's sleeve, glaring at her. "Stop hugging him! We need to take him to Madam Pomfrey!"

Cassandra blushed and reluctantly let go of Blake, helping him up.

News of Blake's "injury" spread quickly. When Cedric heard about it, he rallied the Hufflepuff boys.

"Blake got hurt? Who did it? Brothers, grab your wands!" he shouted, ready for revenge.

Bob, who brought the news, hesitated. "Well... It was Cassandra who hexed him..."

Cedric froze. "Wait... Cassandra? That means... he got bested by her?"

Cedric burst into laughter. "That idiot finally got what was coming to him! This is karma for all the trouble he's caused!"

The Hufflepuff boys couldn't help but laugh as well. Soon, a group of them headed to the hospital wing, not to avenge Blake, but to mock him.

When they arrived, they were greeted by a surprising scene.

"Blake, have another grape," Cassandra said, holding a peeled grape to his mouth.

"Hmm... Sweet," Blake mumbled, clearly enjoying the attention.

Hermione was massaging one of his legs, while Ginny worked on the other.

"You have to drink this potion," Penelope coaxed. "I know it's from Snape, but it'll help you recover."

"No! I'm not drinking Snape's potion!" Blake protested, shaking his head like a stubborn child.

Cassandra offered another grape. "How about one more grape?"

"Deal!" Blake agreed, opening his mouth for the fruit.

The Hufflepuff boys stared, dumbfounded.

"This guy was supposed to be injured, and now he's being pampered like a king?" Cedric muttered.

"Tsk... Scum!" one of the boys spat.

Before they could storm off in frustration, a soft voice interrupted.

"Excuse me, is Blake in there?"

The group turned to see Cho Chang, holding a bouquet of flowers. She walked past them gracefully, adding to their disbelief.

Moments later, another voice called out. "Make way! I brought food for Blake!"

Hannah Abbott appeared, carrying a plate of pastries.

Cedric clutched his chest dramatically. "I can't take this anymore!"

Before they could recover, Luna Lovegood appeared, holding a strange necklace.

"This is for Blake," she said. "It'll ward off Nargles and other pests."

Cedric threw his hands up in defeat. "I'm done. Blake, you truly deserve to die..."

Blake only stayed in the hospital wing for one day before Madam Pomfrey kicked him out. "You're perfectly fine," she said, rolling her eyes. "And next time, don't let yourself be taken down by a girl."

Blake's shameless grin faltered slightly, but he couldn't deny it. Still, he considered the whole ordeal a win. Not only had Cassandra become gentler with him, but the Hufflepuff boys had even gifted him several treasure chests to "celebrate" his survival.

On his way back to the dormitory, Blake ran into Filch.

"I heard you were hurt," Filch said.

Blake shrugged. "Nothing Madam Pomfrey couldn't fix."

Filch hesitated. "That potion you gave me last time... It's incredible! I feel younger, more energetic, and even my memory has improved!"

Blake smiled. "I'm glad it helped."

Then, with a wave of his wand, he opened a portal beneath Filch's feet. Filch yelped as he fell, only to find himself floating gently above a cliff moments later.

"What... What's happening?" Filch stammered, noticing a small rock levitating in his hand.

"Congratulations, Mr. Filch," Blake said, grinning. "You've had your first magical outburst. You're a wizard now."

Filch stared at him, tears welling up in his eyes. "I'm... I'm not a Squib anymore?"

Blake nodded.

As Filch walked away, clutching a strange fruit from Blake, a system notification echoed in Blake's mind.

[Ding! A follower who voluntarily follows the host has been detected. Do you want to include him?]

"Yes," Blake replied.

[Ding! Successfully included! Congratulations to the host for gaining a purple-quality follower!]

Blake smirked. "Another successful day."

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