I walked into Honeyduke's, glad to be rid of Oliver and his stupid girlfriend. I mean, there was only a small amount of times I could stand her praising Olly for every single save he made in the last match against Slytherin, and she had well exceeded that amount. Yeah, they won, but still. There's more to life than sport, which is probably the opinion I clash most on with Oliver Wood, captain of the Griffindor quidditch team, and my best friend.

So anyway, I was taking a peek at the sugar quills display, when I saw a familiar patch of curly brown hair.

"Cedric?" I asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Buying chocolate it would seem, like every other person in here", he replied, with that trademark grin that had half the female population of Hogwarts after him.

"Ha ha, very funny."

"Yes, well, I am known for my sense of humour." I stuck my tongue out at him.

After Ced made his purchases, he asked if I would like to join him for a butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks, so, a few minutes later I found myself strolling down the lanes of Hogsmeade with the most popular boy in the school.

He turned to me.

"I thought you were coming with Wood."

"Yeah, you weren't the only one. Turns out he and his girlfriend had other plans."

"Oh…" He gave me a grimace.

"What about you? No gorgeous escort? Is it true? Is Cedric Diggory really flying solo?"

"Well, it would seem despite my plans, I ended up with a beautiful escort anyway." He winked.

"Why thankyou kind Sir!" I laughed as I pushed open the heavy door of Madame Rosemerta's pub.

An hour later, Ced suggested a walk to the Shrieking Shack. Just as we neared the bottom of the track I slipped, and instead of the hard thump and pain I've grown accustomed to, I felt the warm strength of someone's arms encircling my waist.

I opened my eyes to see the clear green/grey of Cedric's staring back into mine.

"Th-thanks" I stuttered, as I slowly began to back away.

"Wait".

Wait… It's funny how one little word can induce so many feelings in such a short time. Part of me was struggling to resist jumping back into the comforting warmth of his embrace and snog him senseless. The other half wished he was Oliver.

Why are you thinking of Oliver, when Cedric's standing right in front of you? Are you nuts? Oliver is a great friend, but obviously doesn't care for you as anything else. The same Oliver who has had an uncountable number of chances to tell you if he felt otherwise, but instead decided to invite you to tag along with him and his blasted bimbo girlfriend instead.

I stopped. Cedric stepped forward. I could feel his warm breath on my cheek. I unconsciously held my breath as his hand reached out to gently brush a curl off my face, that had come loose in my tumble. I closed my eyes as he ran a finger along my jaw, drowning in the sweet cedar and musk scent of his aftershave. He tilted my head up, and I felt his soft lips capture mine.