Third year Hermione Granger exited the Hospital Wing, panic etched all over her face. Ron Weasley followed behind and sighed.
"Don't worry, Hermione, he'll be fine. He's been fine every other time," Ron said, trying his hardest to convince his friend.
"Yes, I know, I just hate when Harry gets hurt," Hermione replied. "I'm off to the library for a spot of studying. I'll see you later in the common room." And with that, she strolled away in the direction of the library.
'Yes, yes, he'll be fine. Just calm yourself, Hermione!' she thought to herself. So engulfed in her thoughts, Hermione didn't realize there was someone right in front of her.
BANG!
"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry," Hermione groaned, gathering the other's stuff she had caused to drop. Standing, she looked up and saw who she ran into. It was none other than Hufflepuff's quidditch star, Cedric Diggory.
"I'm quite sorry about that, er –" Cedric started.
"Hermione," she finished.
"Yes, that's right, Potter's friend. How is he doing?"
"He'll be fine in a day or two. I'm just glad that Dumbledore was there to stop the fall," Hermione sighed.
"Yes, me too. Well, I do hope he feels better. Would you tell him I'm sorry? I feel horrible, I tried to get a rematch," Cedric stated.
"Sure, of course I will. Well, I will see you around," Hermione said, handing Cedric his books. "Sorry again." She wheeled around and began walking up a staircase.
"Oh, by the way, Hermione, wonderful charm on Harry's glasses. I wasn't able to do a charm like that in my third year," Cedric complimented.
Hermione didn't want to turn around for the blush that had crept its way up her face was brighter than Ron's hair.
She had no choice though, she didn't want to appear rude. Turning only slightly with her head bowed, Hermione mumbled a quick, "Thanks, but it wasn't that great. Most anyone could have done it."
"Now, don't be modest, Hermione, it was bloody brilliant. I wish I were as intelligent as you when I was your age. I heard from McGonagall you're the top student in your class. She gloats about you all the time," he smiled.
Hermione's face was even more crimson than before, if that was humanly possible. "Well, thank you, Cedric," she muttered. Only barely, she lifted her head, her eyes meeting with his. He smiled warmly and with a short wave replied, "Well, I must be off, but I do hope to be seeing much more of you." And with that, he was walking the other way.
Despite the situation, Hermione couldn't help but grin widely. The whole walk to the library, her smile didn't falter one bit. And throughout the rest of the day, her head replayed her and Cedric's encounter.
Author's Note: Yes, I know, it's been quite a long time since I've updated anything. Well, if you had my crazy life, it would be the same for you, lol... Well, my best friend Sam gave me this drabble, and I wrote, and this is the outcome... So yeah, reviews would be quite appreciated) Flames are also welcome! Um, yeah, so maybe if I get enough reviews I'll update again quite soon hint hint, wink wink, nudge nudgeD
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