Fan Fic

Where are they? They've been gone for hours now. I hope he's OK. I know Harry's tough competition. But Cedric needs to win, for Hufflepuff. They need the glory.

Wait. What am I saying! I don't want Harry to loose…but I don't want to see Cedric loose either….

Oh my god! Something has happened. As I fight my way towards to entrance to the maze, I see Cho, she's crying, oh no, that means bad news, Cho never cries. What is going on?

Oh, they're back! And Cedric, he's lying on the floor. Oh Merlins beard, he's dead!

No, no Hermione calm down, walk down to them, he's not dead, he's just……out cold, yes that's it!

I continue to push my way through the crowd. Oops, I knocked over a first year, oh who cares!

I got to Harry and Cedric. Harry's crying. Nooooo, it can't be. Cedric dead. I hug Harry. He's shoulders are shaking very badly and he can barely talk through his sobs.

"…'Ermi'ne…Voldemort…hic…back…sob…killed Cedric…" And he dissolved into tears. The first time that I can remember him crying. Harry is one of the toughest people I know, apart from Hagrid…and Dumbledore.

I stared at Cedric. Even though he was…you know…he still looked gorgeous, in a bizarre way. His grey eyes are open in shock, and his longish hair is faslling over his face, and…did I just see him smile? No, I couldn't have…trick of the light, I guess.

Amos Diggory came running down, "WHERE'S MY BOY?" He rounded on Harry, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY SON?" he roared.

I looked at Amos. "Mr. Diggory, Cedric was killed by Voldemort," the crowed shuddered at the mention of the name, "he's back…"

Amos stared at me. It seemed like years that he stared into my eyes, probably trying to find some hint of a joke. When he found none, he looked to sad to even cry. He ran away. He ran to the castle, unable to face his son.

I didn't realise I was crying until a single tear fell onto Cedric's perfect face. I buried my face into his chest, and cryed for England.

Somebody took my hand. I looked at my hand, and the other hand… It was Cedrics. I looked at his face. It was smiling. "Kiss me, Hermione" came the whispered words of Cedric.

"Impossible"

"What's impossible about this, Herminone?" he smiled, "Are you gonna kiss me or not?"

I leaned down and kissed him. I don't know why, but I was surprised when he kissed me back.

"Your alive…"

"I noticed" He laughed and then had a coughing fit.

"TAKE THIS BOY TO THE HOSPITLE WING IMMEDIATELY" came Dumbledore's voice, magically magnified to be heard over the crowed. Madame Pomfrey came forward and magicked him onto a stretcher. I tried to run after him, but some fool was holding me back. Harry whispered in my ear, "Let him rest, he's been through a lot. Died and back. Go tomorrow, K?"

All I could do was nod, fearing my voice would fail me if I spoke.