Cedric Diggory had spent his day pacing around the common room. When his mood was beginning to border the line of being foul, the boy took himself to the dormitory, and resumed his pacing there, the floor softly creaking beneath him, a frown crumpling his usually smooth forehead.

It didn’t take long for the boy’s mind to drift to the last time he’d spoken to her. Vividly, he remembered the tone of her voice, the broken speech, the frown on her forehead, and the dissatisfied look on her brown eyes.

Legs uncharacteristically feeling as though they were made of jelly, the sixth year dragged himself down the stairs, and out of the common room. Suddenly recovering some of his courage, Cedric began to run. He ran as fast as his long legs could allow him, until he felt his sides ached, until his legs demanded him to stop.

His plan had been to wait for her outside her common room, but he caught up with her in the corridor of the sixth floor. When he did, he encircled his long hand around her slender wrist, drawing her attention to him.

Out of breath, he wheezed out. “I love you, Cho.”