This is a shorty that popped into my head whilst thinking about the boy I like, no it's not Cedric Diggory (or Rob Pattinson for that matter).

I'm not J. K. Rowling, I'm not that clever, and if I were I'd be the rich one.

Hope you like it, let me know!


I was in classes with him for years! All I knew was that he had a great sense of humor. He may not have been the hottest in our year but he certainly did something that made the girls talk. I observed at a distance like I did with most of my classmates. I only ever knew as much as gossip would tell. He dated who? They did what? The more I came into contact with him, the more I wanted to know. After he broke up with his last girlfriend, a girl I never really cared for, it began. Whether it was a smile or a simple, "Hey Cho," my heart would skip a beat. Why the sudden attention? Could it mean something? Typical Ravenclaw, always over-analyzing. But really, we had gone years without speaking. Did those womanly curves my mum always promised finally arrive? I had been trying to look nicer. A little make up, some hair pins. Had I been subconsciously trying to attract him?

Suddenly I found myself paying more attention to him. He was muscular and tall, and for some reason I liked the fact that I had to look up at him. I admired how well read he was. He spoke of the classics, the ones I always said I would read but never got around to. And he was definitely a romantic, I could tell from the way he spoke to the topics he wrote about in Muggle Studies. I found that the blank space I would often stare off at in class had become occupied by him. When he caught my eye he would smile or make a silly face, causing me to blush or crack a smile myself. That's what he did to me, leave me speechless and grinning like a fool. The smallest compliment could brighten my whole day, and his mere absence could ruin it. It was when I began slipping his name (what I thought was casually) into my daily conversations that my friends took notice.

"You like him!" They'd say.

"Go for it!" They'd whisper encouragingly into my ear. But it was the words from my rational guy friends that I really listened to. Even if it was harsh.

"Look at who he's dated! Tall, blond, every wizard's dream. He's out of your league!" And so I repeated those words in my head after every time he'd make me laugh or smile. It's a shame that my heart never listens to my head. Once or twice he would choose the seat next to me rather than in usual spot near the front. We'd spend the class in whispered discussions about anything, everything, and nothing. No one believed anything would come out of it, even my deceiving friends held uncertainty in their eyes.

I did not care whether anyone thought anything would happen or not. Either way I would hold on to those moments with him as though they were written clichés by the best romance novelist. Maybe he was just really friendly, which he was. He hugged everyone and even a few lucky girls were greeted with a kiss on the cheek. How I longed for his large, strong hand to cradle the small of my back while I felt him smile that goofy smile I loved against my lips. But I am afraid that this thing my heart is trying to pass off as love is nothing more than lust. So am I in love with Cedric Diggory?


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