When he looked at the Gryffindor's table, his eyes always searched for the back of the girl that had caught his attention just a few weeks ago.
Cedric knew he was absurd ― and to a certain point, felt he was irrational with his new-found crush on one of the Golden Trio members, the only girl in the group, Hermione Granger.
The name alone made him clam up and sent a jittery feeling down to his stomach. Something of an excitement of having this particular feeling that he thought was simply ridiculous, but he relished in the strangeness of it. He rarely felt this way, and it felt almost like he was constantly riding on his broom, racing against Harry Potter to catch the Snitch and the triumph feeling he got that day ― that was soon squashed because of the circumstances.
The absurd thing was, his infatuation was because he had accidentally caught her frowning at Potter and Weasley and actually scolding them, at the library.
He noticed her features, his eyes zooming in on her. Her eyes, which were a warm color of brown that he thought he must be swimming in a pool of hot chocolate, and the way her eyes closed when she huffed, sent a jolt that made him think of the time where he was robbed by the Niffler that belonged to that old guy he had stumbled upon in the Diagon Alley.
It was like the first time he met his favourite Magical Creature. This feeling resembled the feeling he had at that time, yet only intensified because he hadn't even once interacted with the girl he had currently fancied upon.
However, it didn't matter much to him. Cedric had plenty of opportunities to get to know her. He had heard somewhere that she would visit the Burrow in the Summer, and his home was close to it that he could caught glimpses of her, from somewhere.
Or maybe he could meet her if she went to the Quidditch World Cup and use the same Portkey as the Weasleys?
Now, did that sound awfully close to stalking? No matter how ludicrous it sounded, he didn't really care.
"I'm going mad," he murmured to himself, his right hand supporting his head. Cedric's lips stretched into a smile, ignoring the sounds of clattering plates around him.
"You okay, mate?" the one beside him, with name he couldn't remember for the life of him, asked, spoon stopping from scooping the soup to his mouth.
Cedric didn't know that having a crush could take away one's appetite and made it like he didn't need to be filled with food laid on the table for him to gorge ― like he usually does when it was meal time. "I'm fine, thanks," he responded, not even once had his eyes strayed away from her. He hadn't even bothered to hide his obvious fixation ― a few people had to notice that his eyes fixed upon the Gryffindor's table for the past few weeks, right?
Merlin's beard, he was pretty much smitten with someone he had never talked even once.
He had initially hoped it was just a stupid, passing crush. Yet, it seemed the want to actually talk to her grew each day. Even if the figurative butterflies disappeared after a few days of trying to find her in the castle's corridor, it was replaced by the sense of peace that would wash over him when he had finally saw her, like today.
How long did he have to ignore these feelings? He knew he had now gone mental with these thoughts, but could the courage to approach her come to him? Sooner would be preferable than later.
Cerdric surpressed the urge to creepily watch her all dinner, and massaged his temples ― eyes closed in dawning realisation.
He had to stop this. If not, he would develop a rather creepy obsession with that girl.
Note: I'm not a native speaker and to top it off, the English I've learned so far was a result of self-learning. I would assume that fo native speakers, this fic would be a nightmare to read :(