Prologue: Fortunate Fools

"Close your eyes."

She did. And she stared at the darkness.

There was silence, and everything could be felt. She could feel the wind tickling her face, the grass on back. She could smell the aroma of the Black Lake, and hear the silent chirp of the night.

It was almost a minute of silence, then she felt his fingertips softly tracing her bare arm. She felt him move closer to her and every senses focused on him. His soft breath on her neck, his nose slightly touching her cheek, and his lips.

She smiled and felt his lips break into a soft grin.

"I wish we could always be like this." He said.

She opened her eyes and stared at the moonlight. "I do too."

"Granger." She turned to her left and looked at his slightly bruised, yet handsome facethat looked at her affectionately. "I've missed you."

She touched his lip softly. "I've missed you more." She replied. "I was so scared for you."

He smiled slightly. "Well, at least it was over for now."

She could feel her worry bubbling up again. "But in two months, something probably more dangerous will happen. You need to be prepared immediately, so you won't be har-"

He put his finger on her lips. "You've said that loads of times before the first task, and you know I always do as you say."

He traced her bottom lip with his fingertip. "You can be the brainy worrywart tomorrow, Granger. But can I please have the sweet and passionate one tonight? I really did miss you, even if it's just a few hours."

She rolled her eyes playfully, as he smirked at her teasing. "Fine. But just for tonight, Diggory."

"What did you just call me?"

"Diggory. Why aren't you him?"

He shook his head. "Diggory is my father, as I have told you far too many times. If you really want to acknowledge me, call me Cedric, Like you always do."

She narrowed her eyes slightly. "Don't get smart with me, Diggory. And that's not fair seeing as you call me by my last name, too."

He smiled as he ran his nose on her cheek. "That's very reasonable."

"How so?" She closed her eyes.

"Seeing as it would always feel right to call you by your last name. Granger is quite fitting on you." He answered softly on her ear.

"Is Hermione really that unbearable?"

He chuckled. "Quite the contrary, love. Hermione is too delicate to be called at a normal occurence."

"So you settle for my last name like I'm some kind of a classmate or an acquaintance?"

"But we both know you're far from an acquaintance." He kissed her ear softly.

"How about a classmate?"

"How about you don't get smart back at me and kiss me?"

But instead, he kissed her.

AN: This is my first story to ever be published. Reviews are very much welcome. Thanks!