((I know Cedric died, but I liked him. So I''m changing it up a bit. Cedric and Cho are the same age, both in their Seventh year. There was no Triwizard Tournament.))
Cedric pushed his shaggy blonde hair out of his sweaty face. He gazed over at the trophies that Filch had ordered him to clean. Without the use of magic. They all gleamed back at him, and he couldn't help but feel acomplished. But his bones were aching, and while his black cloak covered it, he was sure his knees were bleeding. See, Filch never messes around with his detentions. Cedric had simply been wandering the hallways after lights out, thinking about Cho. He didn't even really realize how late it was. And Mrs. Norris had seen him, and sure enough, she reported to Filch. So here Cedric was, bright and early the next morning, in detention. He had been working for hours. With all the trophies clean, he simply collapsed on the floor. He was too tired to get up and leave. He was feeling sick, because he had been up all night, and forced to work so early.
Just his luck, Peeves came by, cackling. "Pretty boy Diggory isn't cut out for work?" Peeves cackled, dropping dung bombs in Cedric's face.
"Peeves! Give me those dung bombs!" Professor Sprout called. As she entered the room, she noticed Cedric.
"For goodness sake, Diggory! You? In detention?" She cried in disbelief. Cedric was a good kid; she'd never seen him in detention before.
"Yes, Professor." Cedric managed.
"Peeves! give me those dungbombs!" Sprout called at Peeves flicked another at Cedric.
"Yessiree." Peeves obliged, cackling nastily. He dumped the rest on Professor Sprout, and zoomed off. Sprout sighed, but headed over towards Cedric.
"Dear boy, you're exhausted. Go see Madam Pomfrey at once. You've served your detention." Sprout directed.
A wave of nausea drifted over Cedric; he had been breathing the cleaning oils for too long, to add to his already sick mood. He stumbled to his feet.
"Yes, Professor." Cedric answered. "Thank you."
"Yes, yes. Off you go." Sprout answered, before leaving herself.
In need of sleep, he headed off to Pomfrey's office.
"Bloody knees? I can heal them in a flash. The smeels of oil aren't causign any real damage. All you need is a good sleep. Why were you up so late?" Madam Pomfrey chided as she directed Cedric into a bed.
Cedric didn't reply. He grinned to himself. He had been thinking of Cho, his girlfriend for three years. He was thinking of her, in particular, because he planned on moving out right after Hogwarts was done. See, he liked his dad well enough, but he could be unnerving sometimes. And he had been thinking of asking Cho to move in with him today. So of course, she had been in his thoughts all night.
"Fine." Madam Pomfrey said, haughtily. But she was used to students not answerign her questions. One student had said they had had a Flobberworm bite, when it was clear they had some sort of nasty dragon burn. From an illegal dragon. But it was not her part to play detective. she simply healed the students, and let them return to class.
"I need to tell Hagrid I'll be missing Care of Magical Creatures class!" Cedric suddenly remembered.
"I've already told him. And Professor McGonagall, as well. You'll be missing the whole afternoon."
"No, really, Professor. I'm fine. I just need a little bit of sleep."
"You need to be well rested if you're to attend your graduation ceremony tomorrow night. And classes today are mostly free. To give the seventh years a break, having just done their OWLs, you see." Madam Pomfrey said.
Cedric remembered his OWL testings. He was eager to know his results, but they wouldn't be mailed until the summer. He hoped they would be mailed to his and Cho's new house. He smiled, and began to doze off.
"Yes, very good. have some rest." Madam Pomfrey said gently, pulling the blankets to his chin.
Cedric fell asleep, dreaming of Cho. He'd have to ask her tomorrow...