More Than Just Friends
By : Weaselle7
"It all started when they turned sixteen. When one of both twins trapped in a love story."
Chapter 1 : Portkey
Cecillia Diggory is a twin sister of Cedric Diggory. Although they are twins, they are so different. They are sorted into different houses; they have different personalities, different tastes, different habits and many more. Cecillia is a boyish girl, even until now when she's already sixteen.
She was sorted to Gryffindor, not Hufflepuff. And, of course she would, because she's a real Gryffindor. Cecillia and Cedric is a complete black and white. The only thing they have in common is Quidditch. While Cedric is a calm, hard-worker, fair and nice boy, Cecillia is an energetic, brave, tricky girl. She loves challenges and pranks stuff.
And that's why she befriends with Fred and George Weasley. And, as Fred and George do, Cecillia doesn't care too much to her academic achievement. She's somehow a smart lazy ass, and that's the first thing that make the Weasley twins befriend with her. So that she will help them with homeworks and essays. Cecillia is slightly smarter than Cedric, if only she wants to proof it. But, unfortunately, she has no desire to be the first in her year.
She loves Quidditch, she loves flying with Fred and George, or maybe with Cedric only. She plays as the Chaser, to replace Alicia Spinnet. She proofed it on her fifth year, when Alicia broke an arm and she came as the subtitute player. She also have a talent in flying, as can Cedric. That's the second thing why the Weasley twins befriend with her, because she reminds them of their baby sister, Ginny Weasley (except about the hair).
That night was the last hours that keep her away from her wish; watching at the Quidditch World Cup. She couldn't sleep that night until midnight. Not too good for her at the fact that they should wake up at two o'clock at the dawn. She couldn't stop thinking about the Quidditch World Cup. How many Galleons will Cedric put on the bet? Bet? Oh, on what exactly should I put my bet? Ireland or Bulgarian? Oh, Ireland should win! But Krum is a very talented Seeker! Oh, damn!
"Wake up wake up Cecille!" a shout filled her eardrums. She knew that voice; it belonged to her own twin brother. Cecillia pulled her quilt higher to her head and hid her entire body under it without saying anything.
Cecillia heard nothing after a few moments, and she was glad for it. Not a second after a relief filled her heart, her quilt was pulled down to her legs and now she felt extremely cold. She made a small gap between her two eyelids and found Cedric was holding her quilt.
"PUT IT BACK CEDRIC!" she shouted back. Cedric was just going to reply it and Cecillia was just going to defend herself but before the twins can attack the other, another shout filled their eardrum and it came from the kitchen below.
"Be quiet, children!" Mom shouted. Cedric walked out Cecille's room with his tongue jutted out. Cecille followed him and hit his nape with her pillow. Cedric remained calm like his usual attitude.
The twins climbed the stairs down and get to the kitchen. The kitchen was filled with the smell of toasts and corn soup. Dad was ready with his coffee, checking the preparation while Mom was making the breakfast. Cedric and Cecille took a seat on the different side of Dad.
"Get ready, one of you." Dad ordered. Cedric stood up from his seat and told everybody that he's going to get ready. Mom told Cecille to eat the toast but she was too sleepy to eat. Dad was too busy with the tickets that he couldn't pay any attention to Cecille. Mom was making the breakfast while checking the bags they will bring. Cecille put her chin on the edge of the table and slept there. Even the delicious smell of the toast that lied on the plate in front of her nose couldn't wake her up.
"Come eat, CECILLE!" a voice shouted again and this time her face was already wet. That should be Cedric with the water he took from the bathroom. Cecille stood up and punched his shoulder. Mom gave them a death glare and so Cecille and Cedric took a seat and begin to eat.
"You better hurry up, Cecille, you should have get ready now." Mom said as Cecille shoveled her toast to her mouth.
"Yeah, you better hurry up, Silly, we're tired hearing you talking about the World Cup all summer.." Cedric added and both Mom and Cecille looked at him with their scary look. Yeah, Cedric called her 'Silly' sometimes. It came from her name, Ce-Silly-A. Cecille ate her breakfast quickly and got dressed as fast as she could. Cecille ate like a boy, and Cedric ate like a girl. While Cedric ate slowly, as if the breakfast has been prepared perfectly, Cecille ate quickly like a spiritful boy. I told you, they were so different.
She came out from her room with her jeans that cut off to her knee, a polo-shirt and a sport cap. Mom and Cecille needed fifteen minutes of debate that she has to wear her training because it's cold and Cecille decided to only wear jacket ("It's still two o'clock! You're not strong enough to face the cold! Look at Cedric, I swear he's not going to feel cold!", "What? Of course he should wear that when he's used to his warm Common Room near the kitchen!", "And we're going to walk to Stoatshead Hill! Your legs will gone stiff!", "I sleep on a tower in the seventh floor every night, third floor dormitory!", "Yeah, but you didn't open the window for sure")
As soon as they came out from their house, the cold stung her skin deep to the bone. The sky was still covered with stars and the bright moonlight lit up their way. It was colder than nights in Hogwarts when the Weasley twins and her sneaked out from the tower. She regretted her decision with her short jeans because it was far colder than she thought before. She only wore her jacket to warm herself up and she hugged her own arms to warm herself. Cedric made a sound of 'pfft' behind her and he bowed his head quickly to hide it. He looked like saying 'now look who's laughing' non-verbally and Cecille threw him a death look. Mom, who noticed all of this, frowned at them. Cecille felt embarrassed in a second and she tried to convince Mom that she was fine by saying "A little walk will warm me naturally.."
They walked in silent, except that Cecille was asking too much question to Dad about the Quidditch World Cup; how will they go there, when they will watch it, where will they sleep, how long the game will take time. She kept asking about it eventhough she almost out of breath because of it. When they walked through the meadow, Cecille completely regretted that she didn't wear her training. Cecille was a tall girl; she ate and exercised a lot. The wild grasses hurt her long legs a lot, and she couldn't prevent it because her socks were short. She stopped asking Dad about the Cup things, she used her breath to grimace.
They needed a long time to reach the Stoatshead Hill. The sky was turning dark blue and there was a parch of faint sunlight far on the eastern sky. It was hard enough to climb the hill up. There was too many rabbit holes and Cecille's leg fell into it at least six times. Cecille was left far behind; her stomach was filled by pain. Maybe because she ate so many toasts.
"Phew, you're okay, Ced, Helena? Hey, where's Cecille?" Cecille heard Dad asked Cedric and Mom from afar. That time, Cedric, Mom and Dad just saw a silhouette of her, walking nearer but fell down at another rabbit hole.
"I told that girl not to eat too much toast, by the way, Amos" said Mom and elbowed Dad.
"Okay, we're going to search the Portkey. Come on, it's not going to be big.." said Dad and a second later the four of them had spread around. Dad searched around the trees and Cedric searched by the bushes. Mom was busy with the rabbit holes and Cecille didn't know where to search. So then she walked to the other side of the hill to search over there.
For minutes, she found nothing except twigs and rocks. There was nothing special in them, either for wizards and muggles. Cecille decided to get back to Cedric, he might have found something. But when she was on the way there, she stumbled on something. She got up and found an old, dirty boot on the ground. After she realized that she found the Portkey, she quickly shouted to tell the other.
"Hey, I got-"
"Oii! We got it here!" a voice shouted. It came from a dark silhouette in front of her. It was two men and she couldn't recognize their faces. The sun was rising on the east and made her unable to see their faces. Though she couldn't see their faces, but she felt familiar to the voice. "Dad! We got it over here! Hello Silly!" said the other man.
The men walked nearer to her to help her up. She recognized that it was Fred and George Weasley, as soon as they moved and blocked the sunlight from her narrowed eyes. Fred offered his hand and Cecille took it. The three of them greeted at each other.
"Are you sure this is the Portkey?" Cecille questioned the twins. The twins looked at each other and frowned.
"Erh, dunno" said Fred. "But we didn't find anything interesting.." added George and the two of them lifted their shoulders.
In a moment, the people came closer and surround them. Cecille saw familiar faces, coming near to them. Ronald Weasley, Fred and George's little brother in Gryffindor. Hermione Granger, a frizzy-haired bookworm from Ronald's year, a Gryffindor too. Harry Potter, that famous little boy with such scar on his forehead. Ginny Weasley, Fred and George's baby sister from Gryffindor. She became a little bit famous since the Chamber's tragedy. Mom, Dad and Cedric came closer too.
"Amos!" said a man with red hair. Though Cecille never met him before, his red hair made Cecille believe that he's Mr Weasley. He's wearing a golf sweater, a jeans trouser that held up with a belt. Dad came closer and shook his hand.
"Arthur!" said Dad, greeted Mr Weasley back.
Mr Weasley introduced Dad to his children (Although Cecille knew that Harry and Hermione were not his children). Dad also introduced Cecille and Cedric to all of them. Cedric and Cecille said 'Hi' to all of them. All of them greeted back, except Fred and George that only nodded their heads to Cedric. Cecille knew that they still couldn't forget that Cedric has beaten Gryffindor last Quidditch match. Fred and George winked at Cecille and she almost lost control of holding her laughter back. Cedric remained calm as usual, standing there with his innocent face.
"Long journey, Arthur?" asked Dad.
"Well, not really. We lived behind the village.." replied Mr Weasley. "And you?" he asked back.
"Got to wake at two o'clock, Ced, Cill?" said Dad and glanced to the Diggory twins. Cedric and Cecille nodded their heads. "I'll be glad if they already passed the Apparition test, but I don't mind. Quidditch World Cup, not going to miss it although I'm paid a bag of golds. And that's how much the ticket costed. Though I seemed to get it easily, isn't it?" Dad said and warmly looked over the three sons of Mr Weasley, Harry, Hermione and Ginny. "All your children, Arthur?" Dad asked.
"Oh, no. Only the red heads" said Mr Weasley as he pointed at Fred, George, Ron and Ginny. "This is Hermione, Ron's friend. And Harry, his other friend." Mr Weasley said and pointed at Hermione and Harry. Dad's eyes grew bigger and Cecille began to hate this moment.
"Merlin's beard! Harry? Harry Potter?" Dad asked and his eyes ran to Harry's scar. Cecille put her palm on her forehead, seeing her Dad overacted towards Harry (remebering that Cecille have met with Harry for three years every day).
"Cecille and Cedric told me about you, of course." said Dad. "Ced told me how he faced you last year. I told Ced that this is worth to be told down to his son..." Dad added. Cecille bit her lower lips as situation went badly.
"You beat Harry Potter!" said Dad and tapped Cedric's shoulder with pride. Now, Cecille's cheeks went red of her embarrassment. Harry didn't know how to respond, so he remained calm without expression. Fred and George's faces went glum and Cecille looked hopeless on.
"Harry fell off his broom, Dad. I told you it was an accident.." Cedric mumbled and hid his face. He avoided Fred and George's eyes, Harry looked uncomfortable.
"Yeah, but you didn't fall, did you?" said Dad proudly. While Dad wasn't looking at Cecille, she tried to convince that it was Cedric's job. Cecille moved her lips, saying "It's not me", "It was Cedric", "I never did that", "Trust me", "Mind my dad" without voice. Harry looked tore between Cecille and Mr Diggory as he looked at Dad and Cecille for times. Fred and George got their full attention on Cecille.
"This kid, always nice and polite... But, the best will win, I'm sure Harry will say that, isn't it, eh? One fell of his broom, and the other did not, doesn't need to be genious to recognize which one is better at flying!" said Dad and Cecille had no idea what will she say to the Gryffindors.
"Almost the time..." said Mr Weasley quickly. Cecille's heart felt like lifted for feet that they didn't need to talk about Cedric anymore. "Anyone we need to wait, Amos?"
"No. The Lovegoods has been there since last week and the Fawcetts didn't make it..." said Dad. "I think there is no more wizards around here, eh?"
"I don't think so..." said Mr Weasley and he glanced back to his watch. "Alright, we got one minute. Better get ready.." Mr Weasley added.
All of them moved closer to the old boot Cecille held. It was pretty hard because all of them got big backpacks. Fred and George stood next to Cecille. They tried to avoid Cedric and Dad. Silently, Cecille whispered to Fred, "Sorry about Dad, he's just too proud of his children. You have no idea when he boasted about Gryffindor's victory to Ced.."
Fred told George about it (because Fred stood between George and Cecille) and then George made a sound of 'pffft". It was mroe than enough for her to know that they weren't mad at her. Fred elbowed her and whispered back, "Not too bad, I wish I was there.." as he glanced at Cedric with his revenge-full sight.
Mr Weasley counted down with his eyes fixed on his watch. When it was the time for the Portkey to take them off, Cecille felt her body was pulled against the boot. Her legs lifted from the ground and her shoulder was colliding with Fred and her Mom. And then, a second after that magical moment, Cecille felt her legs were standing on the ground again. The three of them fell to the ground and Fred fell exactly on her (making her unable to breathe normally). Everybody fell off to the ground except Mom, Dad, Mr Weasley and Cedric.
"Seven passed five, from Stoatshead Hill..." said an exhausted man.
Cecille looked around. It was a wide foggy area. She could see everybody tried to get up. Mr Weasley helped Ginny to get up and Hermione got up with herself. Ron fell exactly on Harry and George grimaced on his head. Fred was the only one who remained unmoving, trying to get everybody panic.
Oh, come on. A portkey travelling and he fainted? What an attention-seeker boy.
"Oh, get up, you pervert!" she said out of breath and shook his body. Fred laughed after it and looked at Cecille with his innocent face. Cecille looked back at that face and laughed. Oh, the Weasley twins always had a talent to make her laughed.
To Be Continued~