The clock couldn't tick any slower. In between rubbing his eyes, first in the morning History of Magic lectures and lessons weren't his strong points. Add that into the mixture of nearly no sleep and when he did drift off to his wildest fantasies, he couldn't hold anything in his stomach, and when it was empty, he felt sick and could start dry heaving any moment. Cedric was determined not to visit the infirmary on the first day of classes, not when he had been contemplating putting his name into the cup.
The Cup. Goblet of Fire, that teasing, licking flame, caressing the air and the danger surrounding his drew him in, he heard encouragements from his friends, and even a smirk spread across his face when he heard he was eligible. But not now, not just yet. As his fingers massaged his eyeballs, he almost started to snore, his head moving slower and slower to the table, but he managed to stay awake long enough to catch notes and tonight's homework assignment, as Professor Binns dragged on, he could already tell he was going to scrape by this class for another year, just as he always did. On the other hand though, Sofia was brightly alert and attentive, despite the fact she didn't get much sleep either, she was too busy lighting up near the window of her bed, and rearranging her lipsticks, in colors ranging from Nude Neutral to Pink Punk, in a delicious array from Revlon and Manic Panic, two odd choices that lived in perfect harmony with her lips, each sharing a turn every day, but Sofia often saved the crazier colors for her own satisfaction. Her lips were traced with her tongue as she listened to his lecture, making notes in her History of Magic textbook and furiously dipping her quill in ink and never having enough to finish a thought. Her reading glasses slipped off her nose a bit, head down as she scribbled, her bangs pinned back artfully to keep out of her eyes.
Cedric looked over at her, he had looked at her often during the years, but he never usually paid much attention to her, feeling almost disgusted at her enthusiasm for the topic, he rested his head in his hands, waiting for the bell to ring, that solid, precise noise that always excited him, when History ended, the day began. And sooner or later, that bell rang, louder than before in Cedric's ears, but it didn't stop Sofia from her hard work, writing quickly and blowing on the ink before slamming her book shut. Cedric packed up quickly, smiling over at his other Hufflepuff buddies, but before he could joke and laugh down the hall, he was called up to Binns desk, along with Sofia. He bit his lip, wondering what was going on and as the pain went through his lower lip and combined with staring at Sofia's lipstick and those god-awful perfect lips of hers, that jaw line and that contempt that lingered in her eyes no matter what, he felt certain arousal in his knickers, something he fought, released the iron grip from her lip and looked only as Binns pasty, pale face, bringing his bag slightly more in front of his body than before, Sofia's rested at her hip, like usual and Cedric could see the bulge where her Zippo and Cigarettes lay resting.
"Mr. Diggory" Professor Binns went on drearily, if Cedric had to listen to his goddamned voice one more minute, he would go insane.
Binns smiled almost as he sent his eyes towards one of his favorite students.
"Miss. Thornton. I've asked you both up here, because I have a little arrangement. It's not of me to arrange extra help outside of the classroom between students, but in your cases, I think it would be…For the best.
Miss. Thornton and I have already discussed it, I would like it very much for her to be your tutor Diggory, you've been a poor student in History of Magic since your first year here, I don't believe it to be laziness, but mainly a lack of skills to retain knowledge. Thornton, on the other hand as been one of my best students. I'd like to see you two get together every Wednesday and Saturday, on your own time and go over the information of the week, Thornton will be giving me reports on your progress"
Cedric's heart sank as he listened, one because of Binns tone and two he needed a tutor. He had friends, other classes, Quidditch, girls to occupy his life, not tutors. In the back of his mind, he imagined Sofia in those oval glasses, pencil skirt and a ruler ready to beat him at every wrong question. Again with the boners, he cried out in his mind silently protesting the thought.
"Diggory, this isn't in your hands. This is mandatory for you two this year, or at least until you shape up."
Binns looked at the two of them, Sofia smirked, hiding her displeasure and smiled at Binns, her grip tight on her shoulder strap as she itched to leave the classroom to head on to charms, she saw Cedric trying to hide something in his pants.
"That is all."
As Cedric hurried towards the door, awkwardly hiding his shame, Sofia giggled a bit sadistically watching him struggle down the hallway to meet up with his posse, Sofia walking down the hall by herself, how it's always been with her. This didn't seem like such a terrible, awful thing after all.
Cedric would beg to differ. At least a bit until he heard her laughter at his situation, another strange shiver of pleasure rushed over him, that bared feeling of nakedness and humiliation. This was humiliating, but in a highly erotic way.