'Hey!' Cass defended himself reflexively. 'I disliked Dolohov from the moment he opened his mouth and compared me to my grandfather, the fact that he insulted Percy only added to that.'
'And that Percy dislikes him is not a reason for me to,' he added, making a small face as Pansy mentioned Harry. 'I know,' he sighed. 'Though I wouldn't quite call it childhood, it went on for longer than that.' Looking at her, he shook his head. 'I can actually see his point in a way - and you could too if you think about it. Harry came into his family and was instantly loved and cared for. He himself barely spoke to them after having an opinion that differed from theirs. It was his family and they chose Harry over him, of course he can't like him, even if that isn't Harry's fault.'
He smiled. 'Much like you don't like Susan because you think I like her better than you,' he added with a smirk. 'Naturally he'd give a million other more reasonable explanations for it,' he added. 'And my advice is to never argue them. We can try to work on him at least tolerating Harry, though, we're Slytherin's after all.'
Smirking, he pulled her a bit closer as she groaned about Morag. 'I'll be doing the same thing I was as an Auror, only Morag will pay me rather than the Ministry.' He smirked. 'And yes you need to make nice, though I'll never like Morag more than you, love. You're my goddess, after all.'
He hadn't expected her to throw herself around him, and grunted out in pain as she hit a sore spot. 'Pansy, careful,' he said, though he immediately regretted it when she buried her head against his neck and moaned.
'Pansy, love, sweetheart, look at me,' he said softly, pulling her back. 'I didn't dare to tell anyone, never!' he sighed. 'Not until I told Percy. I still don't know what possessed me to do that, maybe because he'd already called me on lying about having money or Susan managing to catch me lying about mum, but he was the first one - the only one - I ever told. Well until recently.' He stroked her hair. 'It has nothing to do with your ability to be a friend. You've always been the very best friend a man can have and I love you dearly for it.'
'And being afraid of my grandfather that was most wise, the man was a maniac.'