Handkerchief
It all started when the school champion gave the crying Ginny Weasley his handkerchief...Kind of GinnyXCedric
Ginny Weasley had loved Harry Potter since she first lay eyes on him, and she was fairly certain he knew that. Still, it didn't stop him fawning all over Cho Chang whenever she happened to be around
'Cho Chang' Ginny thought savagely, 'what's so special about her anyway?'
A small tear fell from her eye, she hated that he made her feel this way, like some helpless little girl. She had only ever felt that way twice in her entire life, when she was being possessed by Lord Voldemort, and when she thought of him.
Ginny Weasley would not allow herself to feel helpless like this again.
"Are you ok?" A soft voice asked, she looked up,
"I'm-I'm fine" she lied (not very well) what would school champion, winner of the second Triwizard task and favourite to win, want with little third year crying Ginny Weasley.
"Your lying" he said, not harshly, and sat beside her, "Here" he handed her a handkerchief, "I always carry one around, I never use one, but I knew it would come in handy some day" He smiled and looked at her. That smile must have been infectious because, before she knew it she was smiling and the tears had stopped.
"So…Tell me, what would a young lady such as yourself have to cry about?"
She didn't want to tell him, she hadn't even really confided her feelings for Harry in her closest friends, but it must have been the tone of her voice because she knew she could tell him,
"It's.. It's a bit silly really, its Harry"
"Ah" He said, knowledgeably
"Huh?" Ginny questioned, puzzled,
"Well, Harry…He's a nice guy and all… But he's pretty oblivious…Doesn't realise that half the girls in this school would like a piece of him…And clearly he doesn't see a good thing when it's right in front of him"
Cedric's words made her feel better, and she felt an upsurge of affection for him, and thought hatefully back on all the times Ron had called him "nothing more than a pretty boy"
He was wrong.
Cedric Diggory was so much more than that.
Ginny Weasley lay in bed the night after the third triwizard task. The night Cedric Diggory had emerged from the maze, dead.
She had spoken to him once, a brief exchange, but she still remembered every last detail, every last emotion she felt while talking to him. Choking back tears, she pulled herself out of her bed and approached the truck at the end of her bed.
Smiling, she pulled out the handkerchief, the same one Cedric had given her when she had been crying over Harry Potter,
'Harry Potter..' She thought, and for a brief moment, she had wished that it had been Harry who had emerged dead. A moment later, she felt sick with herself, and allowed the tears to fall down freely.
After she had cried the last of her tears, let out all of her grief, she looked again at Cedric's now tear stained handkerchief, smiling softly to herself, she climbed back into bed. She placed the handkerchief under her pillow.
Ginny Weasley had the best night sleep she had had in a long time,
He hadn't really left her, after all.
I have recently become quite obsessed with the Cedric character, so I felt like writing something like this, I don't think its particularly good, I may re-write it soon, please review! xxx