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Fortune_Cookie · 01-11-2007, 11:20 PM

Another post! No, you are not dreaming.

It's true!

“After this last task is over, me and you are going to celebrate by ourselves for a bit, alright?” Ced said with a grin. We were seated on a fluffy couch in the Room of Requirement (just because). “I have a surprise for you.”

“Sounds good to me.” I smiled back at him and tousled his brown hair to make it a bit more unruly. My mind wandered with the possibilities. Lying down on the couch with my head in his lap, I closed my eyes.

“Remember that one Quidditch match? I was too busy staring at you to notice the snitch, and you got it before me. No joke.” Cedric chuckled at his own foolishness. “If I was still in Hogwarts next year, I’d just snog you in the middle of the field so you’d be too giddy to get the snitch.”

I just snorted, but smiled.

“Cho, why do you like me?” Ced asked unabashedly and suddenly, jerking me out of my stupor of thoughts.

This question startled me a bit and I re-opened my eyes. “Well, you’re such a gentleman and have a huge heart for everyone, including people you don’t like. And you are such a hard worker and a good sport.” I thought for a moment. “Plus, you are very good-looking.” I giggled, closing my eyes again. “Why do you like me?”

Ced ran a hand through my hair. “Let’s put it this way: you’re so amazing I’d die before I could let anyone take you away from me.” I could feel his lips on mine in a brief kiss.

Eyes still closed, I commented, “Then you won’t have to worry about that.”

If only I knew.

*

Pandemonium of cheers surrounded Ced and I as I wished him luck. “Be careful,” I told him, casting a wary look at the bushy maze that awaited him. “Don’t get yourself killed!”

He chuckled. “I promise I won’t; it’s just a maze,” he assured me, and then bent down to kiss me. I felt my soul soar in my chest. We were interrupted by Professor Dumbledore’s voice calling the champions to the pitch.

“Good luck.” I squeezed his hand, not wanting to let him go.

“Thanks.” Giving me a peck on the cheek, he jogged to the pitch with his father. I hastily climbed to my spot in the stands beside my friends, relieved that Ced hadn’t disappeared yet.

Just before he entered the gaping maze, he turned and met my eye. I smiled and waved wildly. He gave me a quick wave before sprinting into the foliage.

“C’mon, Cedric,” I whispered, anxious to see him. At least forty minutes must have passed. I wondered what was happening.

Then Harry, Cedric, and the cup appeared in the center of the open area. I cheered, along with all the Hogwarts students. Who’d won the cup, Harry or Cedric? I strongly hoped Ced had. He deserved it more than anyone.

Something was wrong. I bent over, squinting down at Ced’s form. He hadn’t moved. Harry was…crying. Then the word spread like fire: Cedric Diggory was dead.

No. No. He can’t be dead. He’s just unconscious. My thoughts raced. I couldn’t rip my eyes from his unmoving body. Then I saw Dumbledore bend over him and shake his head sadly. Mr. Diggory threw himself at his son and wept.

My hands clutched the railing until my knuckles turned white. My heart felt like it had shattered. He was really dead. But he’d told me! He told me that he wouldn’t get himself killed! Tears of anger and misery coursed down my cheeks. Covering my face with my hands, I sobbed. And sobbed.

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Fortune_Cookie Library Writer Sirius Author Lefty SS100 Triumphant Mooncalf Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: Signing off SS for good…blame the workload and the hectic-ness of life. I’ll miss you all…:cry: Posts: 6,879 Hogwarts RPG Name: Eunice Murray Fifth	Another post! No, you are not dreaming. It's true! “After this last task is over, me and you are going to celebrate by ourselves for a bit, alright?” Ced said with a grin. We were seated on a fluffy couch in the Room of Requirement (just because). “I have a surprise for you.” “Sounds good to me.” I smiled back at him and tousled his brown hair to make it a bit more unruly. My mind wandered with the possibilities. Lying down on the couch with my head in his lap, I closed my eyes. “Remember that one Quidditch match? I was too busy staring at you to notice the snitch, and you got it before me. No joke.” Cedric chuckled at his own foolishness. “If I was still in Hogwarts next year, I’d just snog you in the middle of the field so you’d be too giddy to get the snitch.” I just snorted, but smiled. “Cho, why do you like me?” Ced asked unabashedly and suddenly, jerking me out of my stupor of thoughts. This question startled me a bit and I re-opened my eyes. “Well, you’re such a gentleman and have a huge heart for everyone, including people you don’t like. And you are such a hard worker and a good sport.” I thought for a moment. “Plus, you are very good-looking.” I giggled, closing my eyes again. “Why do you like me?” Ced ran a hand through my hair. “Let’s put it this way: you’re so amazing I’d die before I could let anyone take you away from me.” I could feel his lips on mine in a brief kiss. Eyes still closed, I commented, “Then you won’t have to worry about that.” If only I knew. * Pandemonium of cheers surrounded Ced and I as I wished him luck. “Be careful,” I told him, casting a wary look at the bushy maze that awaited him. “Don’t get yourself killed!” He chuckled. “I promise I won’t; it’s just a maze,” he assured me, and then bent down to kiss me. I felt my soul soar in my chest. We were interrupted by Professor Dumbledore’s voice calling the champions to the pitch. “Good luck.” I squeezed his hand, not wanting to let him go. “Thanks.” Giving me a peck on the cheek, he jogged to the pitch with his father. I hastily climbed to my spot in the stands beside my friends, relieved that Ced hadn’t disappeared yet. Just before he entered the gaping maze, he turned and met my eye. I smiled and waved wildly. He gave me a quick wave before sprinting into the foliage. “C’mon, Cedric,” I whispered, anxious to see him. At least forty minutes must have passed. I wondered what was happening. Then Harry, Cedric, and the cup appeared in the center of the open area. I cheered, along with all the Hogwarts students. Who’d won the cup, Harry or Cedric? I strongly hoped Ced had. He deserved it more than anyone. Something was wrong. I bent over, squinting down at Ced’s form. He hadn’t moved. Harry was…crying. Then the word spread like fire: Cedric Diggory was dead. No. No. He can’t be dead. He’s just unconscious. My thoughts raced. I couldn’t rip my eyes from his unmoving body. Then I saw Dumbledore bend over him and shake his head sadly. Mr. Diggory threw himself at his son and wept. My hands clutched the railing until my knuckles turned white. My heart felt like it had shattered. He was really dead. But he’d told me! He told me that he wouldn’t get himself killed! Tears of anger and misery coursed down my cheeks. Covering my face with my hands, I sobbed. And sobbed. __________________ White shores are calling... You have entered the realm of the Lady of the Wood. We are proud to fight alongside men once more. ...You and I will meet again I <3 you, all my SS friends. Namarie!