Cedric's Glance

Cedric had made a promise to himself to not fall in love with that brown haired girl. At the time, he really thought it was impossible for that to happen. If there was anyone else to make an oath to, he would have done it without a doubt. Thanks to Merlín there wasn't, and so he didn't make an unbreakable vow, because if he did he would had already been dead.

His feelings for Hermione took him absolutely by surprise. He didn't see them coming, so he wasn't the best one at managing them. He mistreat her plenty of times, not knowing how to behave, and then came crawling back for her forgiveness.

She was so stubborn. It took him several apologies for her to talk to him again after one episode of losing his temper. And it was horrible, because he didn't know why he acted that way. It was as if something had taken over his personality, and he became someone else.

His father had told him that there was a disease running through the blood in their family. It was a magic illness that was passed from father to child, and unfortunately, they assumed Cedric had inherited it as so had Amos in the past. It had a magical name, Cedric didn't remember it well, but to sum it up a little bit, the main problem was that it caused obsession. Specially with women.

Amos had suffered terribly with his wife, Adelaide, and had warned his son several times about it. They were both worried all the time, analyzing Cedric's essence. And as they predicted, the illness' symptoms made an apparition the moment Hermione entered the Hufflepuff's life. The boy's life became all about her, and even though he tried really hard to fight it, every time she did something that wasn't right to his eyes, he felt sick. Everytime she talked to another boys in the castle, he treated her as if she was her property, and their friendship hung on a thread. And sooner than later, they were fighting and yelling at each other, even though all they wanted was to be in good terms and continue with the task their professor had given them (Cedric was Hermione's tutor for all the subjects she was taking that were above her knowledge).

They really loved each other, as friends for sure. Cedric hadn't wanted to make a big deal out of that because he was afraid that his feelings weren't really his, but only the disease talking. He would never hurt Hermione that way. He needed to be certain of his decisions before he made any moves. Because the reality was that it wasn't clear.

He had always lived in the shadow of his father's illness. Expecting for it to appear. But there was no magical test to detect it, and nothing to cure it. There were ways of controlling it, luckily, but no real way of eradicating it. But there was a fine line between the description of the symptoms and the feelings Cedric, or any other teenager in love, was dealing with.

The jealousy, how magnetic the girl was to him, her smell that made him crazy. All of those things may had been hormones, testosterone, simply young love. But what if it wasn't? What if he wasn't able to control himself in the future? If it grew inside him and was bigger than his strength to beat it? Hermione was way too important for him to take the risk.

His 'episodes' became worse when he found out that Hermione was friends with Draco Malfoy. It was the most unexpected friendship everyone would think of, but it was happening. The more Cedric thought about it, the sicker he felt. He was trying to think of it as something naive, as Hermione finding joy in a simple friendship with a snake. He didn't want his mind to increase the size of the scenario. He couldn't have been able to manage one in which there were more than friends. He couldn't have imagined them doing things, like touching each other, kissing, holding hands. But it wasn't too crazy to assume that, was it? After all, they were both young, discovering themselves (which could easily include their bodies). And it made way more sense for her to do that with a boy his age, rather than with him, who was much older and, most importantly, constantly pushing her away with all of his random actitudes.

As the days went by, he fell more and more in love with Hermione. And he sensed that she felt the same way. They were very close, specially when the tournament started, and the first two tasks had taken place. She used to hug him really strongly all of the time, when he studied for his tasks, when she studied all the subjects she was taking with the time turner. All the time she seemed to need his skin close to his. To feel his warm body holding hers.

People looked at them and thought they were more than friends. And, frankly, sometimes he thought so too. He wanted to put the cards on the table so many times, but was so damn scared. Not only because of the uncertainty of his condition, the not knowing what was fake and what was true, but also because of the possibility of rejection. What if she didn't feel the same way? What if she wanted to be just friends?

There existed a great probability of that happening, just knowing about his relationship with the Slytherin boy made that fear more tangible. But also, as time went by, he started to notice a change within himself. He was being able to control his emotions. When something made him lose his temper, he thought about Hermione, about her hair, her eyes, her smile, and he started breathing normally again. So, maybe there was hope. Maybe it wasn't a magical thing that was controlling him, or if it was, he was the one controlling it.

So enough was enough. He was tired. Exhausted of hiding his feelings. One morning he just woke up and he knew: that was the day he was going to come clean to the girl of his dreams, no matter the outcome. Time was passing by meaninglessly, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

Two weeks before the last task of the tournament, he approached her after one of the classes they shared. He was very surprised when he saw her crying. He grabbed her hand and took her away from the crowd, and into an empty classroom.

- Why are you crying, Hermione? - he asked.

- It's nothing, don't worry. - she replied.

- You don't cry just because, I know you. Please, talk to me. - he insisted.

- I can't talk to you about Draco Malfoy. We both know that. - Cedric looked to the floor. That matter, in fact, was out of any of their conversations. - I don't mind, it's ok. He did nothing different from other times. It's just that he makes me feel insignificant every single time after… well, after we see each other. It's as if he didn't know how to be a normal human being.- Cedric look at her right into her eyes. She continued talking. - It's the mudblood thing.

- You told me that he wasn't getting to you. -

- Well, it appears that I was lying. - Hermione smiled, she wasn't crying anymore.

- Hermione, don't you know? - he held her head between his hands, as he brought his forehead close to hers.

- What? -

- The type of girl you are. - she smiled. - Draco Malfoy won't ever define you.- She was ashamed, in a way that was sad and cute at the same time.

- What kind of girl am I? Tell me, please. - she begged, rising her head, eyebrows, and looking straight to his eyes.

- You are the type of girl people write songs about.

That was Cedric's first kiss with Hermione.

As he was walking towards the labyrinth for his last task, he remembered her soft lips and smile. There was no doubt he needed to win the tournament so he could go back to his girl and have a happily ever after.

If only he hadn't wanted to win.


Hello everyone!

Here we can see Cedric's point of view of their relationship's situation.

Please, remember I'm not a native english speaker so there might be mistakes, but I did try to do my best.

Hope you enjoy it!

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xoxo.

Noelia.