Global Glance

Everyone used to see them and think they were ugly. There wasn't one single head that didn't turn while they walked through the corridors, holding hands. But she thought that, in spite of all odds, they were going to make it.

People tended to stare when they appeared, believing they had the right to judge. Thinking there was something obscure in them, as if something was off. Because what was that deal? A fourteen year old girl, and a senior boy, dating, as if there was a natural thing to do, as if the age difference didn't matter. How could she be enough to be with a boy like Cedric? How was he so immature to be with a girl like Hermione?

Teachers should have stopped them - people thought - do something about it. But most of them didn't care, and the ones who did, Professor McGonnagal for instance, were fine with it. She even seemed to like them. Looking at them with a smile on her face, sometimes nodding in approval.

Draco Malfoy hated that. Repelled it from the bottom of his heart. Heart he was not used to having, until he started to deal with a girl like her. With a fire so intense that every part of his body burned like hell every time he saw that beautiful face, inhumanly perfect. Every time she spoke, he wanted to shut her up with his own lips. Every time she was in silence, he wanted her to speak, so that he could hear her melodic voice and plan other ways to make her stop talking, like grabbing her unexpectedly and kissing her against a wall.

But that was all inside Draco's mind, because in reality, Hermione was with that Hufflepuff poor excuse of a man, that Cedric Diggory guy. The blonde was continually hoping the brown haired boy would die in the three wizard tournament, and so all his problems would be solved. Hermione would finally see him as the important Slytherin he was, a snake everyone looked up to. Member of the best house of the whole school and part of one of the most important families in the magical world. What he hadn't figured out yet was how was he going to tell his family that he was in love with a muggle born witch, but that was a problem the future Draco Malfoy would have to solve.

The ice eyed boy felt sick everytime he imagined the relationship between the Gryffindor and the Hufflepuff. He thought about how his hands would contour Hermione's body, how his lips would kiss hers, how eventually they would make love. If they hadn't already done it, of course.

No, that couldn't be possible.

She was just a girl. She knew better than that. He knew better than that. She was too young, too pure. He prayed to Merlin that their relationship was just intellectual, just a mind-to-mind romance. After all, they both were top of their classes. And everyone knew that Hermione was the brightest witch of her age. Maybe so was Cedric.

No, he wasn't. He was dumb. He was stupid. He didn't deserve someone like her.

Except he did.

There was no better person, man, soul, than Cedric's for someone like Hermione. He stimulated her brain like no one else. He helped her in everything (more than Draco could ever imagined), and he gave her the best year of her teenage life.

Nobody knew that Hermione and Cedric were working together. The love they were experiencing in that moment was the result of so many things they shared. Adventures. Conversations. Long nights of studying together. Hermione's head house professor gave her a task she could had never expected, but was the greatest thing she could had ever received.

What was that, your may be wondering? The old woman gave her a time turner. It was a device that was used to go back in time all the times that were necessary in order to live moments all over again - being really careful not to modify anything.- And there were also other rules. For example, she could not be seen. This one was esencial.

Breaking those rules would have had catastrophic consequences. That was why she needed help.

Hermione was the first girl, and the only one, to be given that object. And Cedric, the first boy, three years before. So the wise old witch paired them up, so that Hermione would have him during her journey in case she needed help, and to not feel so lonely in her duty.

But there was a collateral consequence to that, which was that without even them noticing, they fell in love.

The problem was that during their own adventure, Hermione got confused. She thought she had feelings for a certain silver haired boy, and made some confusing decisions: she let him approached her. She let him talked to her. She let him touched her hand. Her cheek. Her lips. She let him kissed her in a classroom. At night.

After that first time, she managed to put herself in the same position several times more, and from one day to another, she was the one who was looking for comfort in him. Specially when the tournament started, and Cedric was in mortal danger all the time. The thought of losing him made her so scared that she needed something to take her mind off reality, and that something turned out to be Draco Malfoy.

So that was the reason the Slytherin thought he had a shot at owning Hermione's heart. He could have never imagined that he was just a distraction, that he was being played. Hermione wasn't that kind of girl. She was a Gryffindor, her moral and ethics were the best ones out there - he thought.- Poor boy.

Fortunately, he would never find that out. Because when Cedric died by Wormtale's hand during the last task of the tournament, there was nothing or no one that could soften or lighten her pain. Not even Draco. She was devastated for so long, everyone lost track of time. Her house's friends were of no use. Neither the professors, or her parents.

She went back home. Tried to heal the best way she could.

It took forever. Draco missed her. So badly that he wished he hadn't wished his competition would die. Sometimes even wished he was dead instead of Cedric, so that Hermione wouldn't be hurting that much.

They used to be this happy couple, just minding their own business around the castle, and then they were nothing. Everyone was jealous, and now there was no reason to be.

Cedric left Hermione alone, and she would never forgive him for that. Nor Voldemort. She would recover eventually, and swear to herself to avenge him.

As she finally did.

Hello everyone! Well, this is the first story I've written in english in a while, hope it won't disappoint you.

It will be something short, four chapters.

The thing is, I'm writing a spanish story that talks about this Cedric-Hermione-Draco relationship. And Cedric's parents.

So this is kind of a spin-off of that story. If the original one it's successful maybe I will translate it, who knows.

Anyways, I hope you like it and thanks a lot for reading.

Can't wait to read your reviews.

xoxo,

Noe.