A/N: A rewrite of the one-shot I wrote a while back. There were a few errors that I fixed, that's all.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is not mine. It belongs to J.K. Rowling, the lucky woman.
They thought she hated him.
They didn't know why, didn't know how, all they knew was that she did.
They knew she hated Cedric Diggory with a fiery passion that matched her personality.
They could all sense it. How cold and how just plain unlike her she acted whenever he talked to her, looked at her, even thought about her.
Everyone thought she hated him. And that's how she wanted it.
How was she supposed to tell them all, that just hearing his name made her heart pound so hard against her ribcage, that she wondered how it didn't leap right out of her chest? How could she tell them that all she could think about was him? How was she to go about telling the world that she loved Cedric Diggory so much it hurt?
It was easier to mask her emotions, to pretend (and that was all she could do now. She could only pretend). It hurt a little less to make them all sure that what they thought they saw was real. It killed her inside to make him think that she couldn't stand the sight of him.
And soon, all there was, was pain and Cedric.
It tore at her. To know she would never deserve her angel. It made her feel like she was being burned from the inside out. It was gut-wrenching, heart breaking. It was pure agony.
She would give her soul, just to hear him say 'I love you' and to look her in the eyes, and mean it. All she could see, hear, feel, breathe was Cedric.
It ripped her to pieces. The never ending need to feel his skin on hers, to feel his lips pressing against her own. It tore through her, and split her in half.
And late at night she wondered when she had gotten so good at acting like nothing was wrong.
She asked herself how they could call them her 'friends' but not see how the pain flooded her veins and made her feel light headed. How couldn't they see she loved him?
They thought she hated Cedric Diggory.
That was all she needed.