31 August, 1994

Oh, this is so exciting! In two days I'll be going back to Hogwarts, and, oh, how I've missed it. I'm going into sixth year, and I'm really looking forward to it. No more Potions—only subjects I truly care about, like Divination, Herbology, and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Oh, I hope this will be a good year! I've never tried keeping a dairy before, but I'm hoping I'll be able to do it. I'll try. I'll really, really try.

I was planning on starting this on the first day of school, but I just can't wait until then! Tomorrow I go on the Express, and I'll be able to see all of my friends again, and Cedric. Cedric Diggory… oh, his name is like poetry. The finest Shakespearean poem. Oh, my, I'm being overdramatic… but I just love him so much!!! I haven't seen him all summer, and that must be a new record. He and I have never been apart for two months. We've always been able to see each other over summer break at least once, except for this summer. And it's been just horrible!

We've been dating since 3rd year, and he is so so so nice, and so so so sweet to me. A lot of girls are jealous that I'm dating him, because, well, he looks like a Greek god. But really, I wouldn't care if he was short and scrawny and had hair greasier than Snape's-- Cedric's amazing, and he's mine.

I remember when I first met him. It was on the first day of second year, during Transfiguration. I was sitting at the end of the first row, with the seat next to me empty. It was normally like that. I had always been really shy, and though I did have friends, most of them were in houses other than Ravenclaw. But I was completely okay with being by myself—I actually enjoyed it, most of the time. Of course I was sometimes lonely, but I was okay with it.

McGonagall started into her 'beginning of the year' lecture when she stopped, glaring at someone at the back of the room. I turned around, like everyone else, to see a handsome Hufflepuff boy trying to sneak in.

"Well, Mr. Diggory?" McGonagall said. "Why is it that you are late?"

His face flushed pink. "I-I was walking with some friends to one of their classes, when I realized that I was supposed to be here, and I was on the other end of the school, so—"

"Never mind, just see to it that it doesn't happen again," McGonagall said. "You may take your seat next to Miss Carmen, and the next time this happens, it's a detention."

He slid into the seat next to mine, and my heart fluttered a little. I snuck a glance at him when McGonagall started talking again, and saw he was looking at me, too.

"I'm Cedric," he whispered, low enough so McGonagall wouldn't hear.

"I'm Daisy," I whispered back.

"Pleased to meet you." He took my hand and shook it, his grasp warm and firm.

That was how Cedric and I became friends. We studied together, passed notes in class, and just generally hung out with each other. It was like this for all of second year, and that was a good year. I finally had a best friend.

I'll never forget the first time he and I went to Hogsmeade in third year. It wasn't really a date; we just went as friends hanging out at a fun place. We had gotten some toffee at Honeydukes, and were on our way to see the Shrieking Shake. I tossed up a piece of toffee and tried catching it in my mouth, but instead it bonked my nose and fell to the ground. I started to laugh, but Cedric wasn't. He looked like he had something on his mind, so I asked him what was up.

"Well, um, Daisy, there's something I've been wanting to ask you," he said.

"What?" I asked.

"Will… will you be my girlfriend?" His warm brown eyes were shining with hope, waiting for my answer, when all I could do was gawk stupidly.

"Why… of course!" I finally said. He grinned with relief and happiness, and I flung myself into his arms, his embrace holding me tight. I remembered how I never wanted him to let me go.

And, in a way, he hasn't. Here we are, three years later, and still going strong. God, I love him so much. I really do.

Oh, it's nearly eleven o'clock now! Urgh, I really want to write about mine and Cedric's first kiss, but I really should be getting to bed, because I do not not not want to miss the Express tomorrow!

I guess I will go to sleep. Goodnight, diary!

Author's Note: Please review. I'd really like constructive criticism, this fanfic is mostly for writing practice, and I really, really want feedback. Please and thank you~!