—Watching You—
Prologue: His Obsession—Her Hope.
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Obsession? It's a dangerous thing. Cedric was a rather average wizard—discounting his pretty boy looks and charisma. He was proficient in Transfiguration, struggled with Ancient Runes, and put his foot in his mouth whenever he spoke to girls. He didn't do that now though, but when he was going through puberty in his third-year, he could barely look at a girl without blushing.
That was, until he met Hermione Granger.
It started out as an innocent friendship, naturally progressing into a crush. That crush, however—gave birth to what was his obsession. Hermione became all he lived for, all he breathed for. It was not a normal love, no, no—it was so much more powerful than that. Everything about her was perfect, everything about her he wanted to be his. It made him furious, blind with rage; to see her endangering herself with the stupid Boy-Who-Just-Wouldn't-Die, and the filthy Weasel.
But Cedric was careful to hide his addiction, his affliction. Hermione couldn't ever know the depths of his feelings for her. But that didn't change the fact he could control outside interferences. No one would touch what was his. If he couldn't have her. . .
No one could.
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Cedric was however, unaware that people where privy to his unhealthy obsession with the younger-girl—those people including Hermione. She had noticed the manipulative ways he tried to control her life, how many friends she made, what classes she took—even what clothes she wore. Honestly, she would have ended their twisted friendship, if she wasn't so frightened.
It was a sick, deranged darkness in Cedric's stormy grey eyes that prevented her from doing so—that prevented her from shrugging his heavy, possessive arm from her shoulders when they walked the halls at school. Hermione had no doubt he was dangerous—but only when it came to her.
Harry and Ron where at loss of what to do. Sure, they would rush at Voldemort without a second thought, but when it came to Cedric Diggory, they had no idea how to help their friend. Everyone knew, that it could take one of the littlest things to set him off, and that reaction might just gravely endanger Hermione's life—and not to mention those around her.
It was a complex and fragile situation, and no one knew how to remedy it.
So she had been helpless, and almost resigned to her smothered, sheltered life with him. However, on that fateful eve of her fourth year, when her eyes had flashed across the Great Hall. Cedric's hand had been on her thigh, possessive like always. But a spark of hope—hope that she could be freed from him, ignited within her—when she met the intense, cerulean-blue eyes of Fleur Delacour.
That—that had been the beginning of everything. This would be the catalyst. This was the moment, the moment their lives turned into a tale—of life, love and death. Obsession, as Hermione would find, really is a dangerous thing.
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Note: Should I go on with this idea? It's been absolutely nagging at me. Kept me up until three in the morning last night—it is driving me mad. Plot bunnies are just raging here =/. Review, and let me know what you think I should do, please? Oh, and this is just the prologue, by the way; chapters—if I do them—will be much longer. Cedric is a rather strange choice, huh? But I felt like mixing it up a little xD.